Blair Petrescu
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- Rosewood Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Hair from the mane of a Unicorn
Obsidian Harbor had lingered in between the on coming traffic of the high street shoppers, as they dodged in and out of the crowd to reach their destination. The shop window glittering with dirt from the constant smudges of hands and faces. But still there advertising stage mesmerized the passers by. It only took a split second for another to reach the door, bell sounding out: yet another welcomed guest. While the shopkeeper's eyes danced in awe waiting for the wealth to ride straight into her open palm.Outside it was a very different world, the concrete clashing with the steady beats of heavy loaded strangers. No one had seemed to notice the sun's birth into the sky, the orange of it's glow sinking into the blue depths.The air was clear of all clouds and annoyances that might take place.
Blair's fingers fumbled eagerly into the shadowed jacket pockets, the leather battering against her under layers. She searched frantically in each corner of the opening. Finally her mind was set to rest, fiddling with the item she had released from the darkness. Her dark fingers brought the small object to her brown eyes, the bench beneath her feeling less uncomfortable.
Blair sat in the middle of the over run streets. The wave of people subsiding as they came closer to the set of wooden benches that had been placed in a central park area. The flowers had wilted from there once attractive stems,while the moisture slowly evaporate in the suns rays. Her body had it's own protection from the ultraviolet, but unfortunately it wasn't of her design. There was a slight delight etched in his defined features, her ears ignoring the shouts and noise around her. For once her only concentration was dependent on the flaming red whistle that twisted in her fingertips. Something so basic meant so much to her.
Blair's fingers fumbled eagerly into the shadowed jacket pockets, the leather battering against her under layers. She searched frantically in each corner of the opening. Finally her mind was set to rest, fiddling with the item she had released from the darkness. Her dark fingers brought the small object to her brown eyes, the bench beneath her feeling less uncomfortable.
Blair sat in the middle of the over run streets. The wave of people subsiding as they came closer to the set of wooden benches that had been placed in a central park area. The flowers had wilted from there once attractive stems,while the moisture slowly evaporate in the suns rays. Her body had it's own protection from the ultraviolet, but unfortunately it wasn't of her design. There was a slight delight etched in his defined features, her ears ignoring the shouts and noise around her. For once her only concentration was dependent on the flaming red whistle that twisted in her fingertips. Something so basic meant so much to her.