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As exciting and activity filled as the Solstice celebrations and welcoming event were, Fig's curiosity had him wandering away from the hustle and bustle of the goings on to wander down streets that he'd never set foot on before, lined with shops and businesses that he had never known of prior to taking this side jaunt. An art gallery, a cafe, a bookshop, a clothing store, they were a few places for him to maybe check out later. He'd have all the time in the world, of course, not everything had to be done today. For now, the Fey was pretty content to just be taking in the town for a little bit. The festivities were in full swing and weren't exactly going to wrap up before he got around to venturing back, so Fig was going to enjoy taking a bit of a break from the crush of crowds.

A clump of pedestrians pushed past him, likely heading towards the celebrations back behind him, causing him to side step and press himself against a building's facade to allow them to pass unhindered. "Excuse me," Fig said as the chattering group passed, offering a nod and a slight smile to the one or two who did a quick double take in his direction. Across the street from him, a store front caught his attention. A consignment shop! That'd be worth looking into. Having to essentially leave the majority of his belongings back with his folks Above, his dorm was mighty spartan and didn't have much in the way of things that gave it that personal, lived in touch. With the walkway now clear and the street quiet, the Fey made his way across to peer through the large window at the front. He came to notice a smaller sign was taped into the window now that he had gotten in closer. It was rather straight to its point: 'Antiques inside - Ask for Evan'. Alright, sign. Duly noted.

Pushing the door open, Fig glanced upward at the jingle of the bell overhead. Folding his wings behind him to minimize his occupied space, and to lessen the chance he accidentally knock into something or knock something over, he gazed around the shop interior. Various and sundry pieces of furniture were nicely arranged into complimentary configurations. Larger standalone pieces and display shelves lined one side. An employee greeted him from behind the desk the was just to the left of the door, a chirpy older demon woman, and encouraged him to go browse. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you, I will." Most of the stuff was quite nice looking, even if some were a little dated or with...eyebrow raising patterns. A good deal of the items and furniture in the front didn't appear to be too old and everything had been well cared for. So, their original owners were selling these on, huh? He pondered over the Nightmares who used to sit on the chairs, who sipped from those cups, or what letters they wrote on the desks or what meals they shared around the tables. What stories could these things tell?