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Gwyn felt her eyes upon her first, staring down upon her, wide and open with wonder and happiness. She could tell the goddess was happy to see her, simply because she was who she was. She said nothing at first, and in turn neither did Gwyn and a long silence stretched out until Gwyn finally broke it with a greeting.

The goddess greeted her back with soft, yet happy, hello and she continued to stare with fondness. "You have been finding many things, yes?" The short goddess asked, seeming to get right to the point of why Gwyn felt her calling. She seemed to hesitate for a moment before continuing, "I don't normally ask this," she paused, considering her next words carefully, "but can you bring me something? Something you like? I'd like to see what you think is special to you. I like…. things…" She brightened a little at the prospect, even leaning towards Gwyn a little more.

And then her hands shot out and she did not utter another word, as Gwyn looked to where she was pointing. There was a door there and, somehow, Gwyn knew that what the goddess wanted, what she had to find, was in there.

Walking through the door, she found herself in a room, if one could really call it that. For all she knew, it could have very well been a pit. There seemed to be no flooring in sight, every inch had been covered with random objects, haphazardly thrown around and stacked up upon one another creating its own new floor. Walking into the room gave her an array of sounds, squishing, tinkling, hard sounds, soft sounds and even the sounds of things breaking, sounds she hoped the goddess had not heard. Although everything was chaotic on the floor, Gwyn could only feel the love, that each and every item had, around her.

Upon the shelves seemed to be more of prized possessions, since they were on the shelves and under clear display boxes. They were kept safe and preserved with all of the memories they held. There were many, some very mundane ones, like rocks, a shoe, and a dirty ribbon; some bizarre ones such as half a finger, a bar of soap, and what looked to be a piece of an old tire. Others looked like actual things people wouldn't mind displaying, namely, some pretty hand drawn cards (one in particular red with a golden heart), a handmade bracelet made out of white wood, and a bouquet of dried flowers.

Among these she found a few items outside of their display cases, but one in particular caught her eye, a silver clip.

The barrette was quite simple. It had silvery metal bands that held it in place and a single pure white string falling from one end holding a single rounded bell that matched the clip. There were also several thin chains of silver winding around the string and ending at the bell. Shaking it a little, Gwyn heard it chime once.

Then she heard it again, but this time it did not come from the little clip. Looking up, she noted that the second chime had come from another bell, attached to a man she had been conversing with for a short while. They were idly chatting about mundane things like wares, the weather, and the state of her Kingdom, something which she supplied nothing but gossip for. The conversation was nothing remarkable, and perhaps even less words that most of the others around her.

But she was quiet by nature after all, mousey in her little booth of hand-crafted attire and accessories. Accessories which she should have been digging through, hoping to make a sale with this man, whom she don't even know the name of. He planned to travel to Edric, the kingdom of Pride. A land of the ornate, of gold, and of richness. And not simply anything would do, or so she understood. She was also an ambassador of the Silver Kingdom and had to do her best to impress; something she hoped to do as well, if only she could get to the board to make her selection.

"Oh." she stated suddenly, her arms daring to the side of the table as if something caught her attention. She dug for a moment, carefully peeling away layers of cloth of various means until she found what she was looking for. It was a simple strip of cloth, probably more unconventional as a sash since it had apparently been made out of an old curtain. But it was a soft gold with orange accents embroidered in what looked like flower petals with soft hints of blue bears throughout. But it was what she had in mind.

"Would this work?" she asked, holding it up.

He raised a brow, "Perhaps," and reached out to lightly lift a bit of the fabric for a moment. He was questioning it, she could tell that by how he continued to look it over, examining the stitching to ensure that everything was in place, looking for any potential weaknesses. "Certainly the closest to what I've been looking for today," he added.

That kind of inspection wasn't unusual, but at least she had gotten some positive feedback. Even though most of the work was not her own doing, she hoped that it would pass enough to make a deal. "Close," she replied with a nod, while brushing her hand against the fabric. That was at least a good response.

"It has a good length on it, so it can be worn in a variety of ways." she said.Options were always good, especially in a new kingdom.

"To adapt to their current style of course," he replied, giving her a knowing look. Perhaps he had used similar words to seal a deal before. Hopefully he wouldn't resent her for it. He then lifted it, considering it further now knowing the weight of it. "It's suitable enough… do you have a price in mind?"

She kind of knew what she could get for it, since those curtains had been rather expensive when she took them in. But, this had been in her inventory for a time now and well, it wasn't like it was the whole curtain anymore. Wanting to make a sale, "Not too high," she told him. "What would you want to offer for it?"

Thinking about it, she had no idea about what he even sold or made. His appearance didn't really scream out his profession. Robes? Jewels, Bells? Did he just barter everything?

He looked to consider it for a moment, "Do people overlook you due to your small voice? Perhaps something to draw slight attention?" He asked, reaching into a pocket to retrieve a small item. Unwrapping it from a smooth gray cloth, he revealed a small barrette. Interested in what it was she leaned forward. It had a silver metal for the bands that held it in place, and a single pure white string falling from one end holding a single rounded bell that matched the clip. It also had thin chains of silver winding around the string and ending at the end with the bell. She shook it a little, letting it chime once.

"Such colors would compliment your eyes well, and still shine bright with the brilliance of our fair land?"

She tried to hide her awe over the item, it was far superior to anything she could even dream of making, at least, not with her humble selection of clothing. "I'm unsure if this is a fair trade," she found herself whispering. She wanted to kick herself for the rookie mindset, but she really didn't feel worthy of such a beautiful item. That did not stop her from wanting it, though.

He looked concerned. "Well, it is certainly one of a kind, and the metal is truly silver. So it is a precious thing. Though, if such is not to your taste…" he trailed off. "Though… before you decide a mirror perhaps if you have one? I think it would suit you. Shall we see?" He looked to be putting it away, so her hand shot out, resting on top of his.

"I meant yours to mine." She corrected herself, "I'd feel bad, for just my one item. So, maybe you could choose another as well?"

"If something pleases me, but if nothing else, there is little need," he told her.

The sale could have been done, then and there, but she felt the ground vibrate beneath her feet, causing the bell to chime loudly. Miasma escaped from various points along the street, shrouding everything. Chaos. Through it, along with the clip in hand, she suddenly felt a large protective hand grab hold, dragging her along. Trying to keep her safe.

"Run," he said.

The crowd gathered around her, while the miasma spread around. It filled her vision and then it parted. She was back in the room, and now she knew what she had to find.

Looking around, Gwyn found an embroidered vest. The vest she had made for her first non-mini friend, Balfour. Though she had been embroidering a dress when they had met, she had, soon after, made him this vest as thanks for teaching her how to cook. Knowing that the goddess would like this, Gwyn was a little sad at the prospect of giving it up. After all, it had belonged to someone who was once her friend.

Walking back into the room, all of the goddess' attention was upon her once more as she entered back into the room. The goddess was waiting and she looks a more eager than before, as if barely retraining herself. Her glow seemed happy, her eyes were wide and hopeful, but she waited for Gwyn to draw near and did not say anything. Just like last time.

Gwyn held the item out to her and was surprised when it was not snatched out of her hands. Instead, the goddess' two darkened hands wrapped around hers, while she looked at the item Gwyn had presented to her. As if she was feeling it out through Gwyn, trying to see how much it meant to her from her touch. "I love it," she seemed to whisper, gently releasing it from her grip, along with the memory that had been found along with it.

Cradling it to her chest against her glowing yellow heart, Gwyn could tell she cherished it. Whatever it was.

Gwyn felt happy for what she had done and knew there was something she had once treasured deeply.

The feeling of being watched was never something she enjoyed. It was unnerving at best, and it made her skin crawl - if her skin were capable of such things. A quick search of the room allows her to see the Goddess in the room with her, staring at her expectantly, and with an awkward voice she offered a quick greeting. It takes a moment, but the little Goddess responds and, more surprisingly, asks for a favour.

Amrita's grey eyes follow the line of the pointing finger, staring at the door for a moment before understanding.

"Err, sure, I can do that..." She trailed off, making her way through the door and to the other side.

She thought she had an addiction when it came to fish, but this Goddess was clearly a hoarder beyond compare. Amrita was in clear awe as she searched the room, spotting something that looked a little out of place: a colorful feather boa. It seemed almost out of place, and yet it wasn't, and as she picked it up she saw a vision before her gaze. A whimsical little pillow fight, the waiting for a text, and the success in acquiring an item, however unintentional.

It reminded her of a time long ago, in Christmasland. Their trip there ended in disaster - the first of many in her memory - but this one was a little different. A massive fire dragon attacked the pure white of Christmas, burning it all to the ground. She and her classmates were fleeing for their lives, and one by one they were taken down. All that remained was her, the tiny and rotting little zombie with the backward limbs. She had outrun them all, and it was then that Jingleberry vanquished the Dragon, giving her a small little gem as a reward for, well, not dying.

Later on the item would turn into a minipet, but right up until then it was a very important item to her, one that meant something.

She returned to the Goddess with the item in her grasp, and was surprised when she took it from her carefully, as if it was something cherished. The moment it was out of her grasp she couldn't remember what it was, and all she could do was look on in wonder.