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Lilianna held her hawl closer to her body, her bag swinging back and forth on one side of her hips. She had been sent to retrieve a valuable item and she was just now going back to her employer to recieve her payment. She passed by the Wand Shoppe and quickly did a double take of it. Stopping in her tracks she noticed the shop and its dusty shelves inside. Looking around, she noticed that not too many people payed attention to the old shop. Shrugging slightly, she glanced down at her hawk that was perched on one of her gloved arms. "You think I should take a look around?" she asked the hawk curiously. The hawk canted her head to one side before beginning to preen her feathers. "You think we should go ahead and get our money, huh? Well, guess what, I am in charge. That old coot can wait for his valuable item. This is more important." The hawk flapped her wings for a few seconds before three fingers were placed firmly around her beak. "Don't try to convince me to do something else. I sense something...odd with this shop and I want to check it out." The hawk ruffled her feathers, but instead of flapping her wings again, she diverted her gaze down towards the ground. "Good," said the falconer in a stern tone of voice. "Let's go." Slowly, the falconer approached the shop and opened the creaky door. "Hello? Anyone around?" she asked to no one as she entered the shop, slowly closing the door behind her.

A young woman of small stature was dancing her way down the street. Her head was tilted downward, focused on her skipping feet, and her body bouncing with every step to the song she currently had blasting into her eardrums. It wasn't until she saw someone else's feet in her vision did Shira Anzen's gaze avert upwards, tripping to the side to avoid collision.

"So-" The large man she almost bumped into continued his swift pace behind her, grumpily mumbling, as if he hadn't almost run her over. "-rry..." She glared, turned fully to his direction, blew a rasberry and kindly flipped him off.

"Ugly old coot!" After yelling at his dissapearing figure she shoved her hands angrily into the pockets of her small hoodie and glared at the building next to her. The looks was wiped off her face instantly though as she noticed the inside of the shop. Currently, from what she could see, there were only two or three people inside, and the contents of the shop seemed interesting enough. She always loved zaney antique shops. She never bought anything, sure, but there was no greater love than that of exploring the history of what once was. With the thought of a new discovery in mind, she put back in her earbud and opened the shop door.

Shira's eyes were already glancing everywhere around the shop before she even entered. She hadn't even taken a few steps into the shop before she faltered, almost bumping into someon e again. Only with her luck, she figured. She slipped the side along the wall and took in the atmosphere. The decaying wall and dusty shelves gave her a morbid, yet ancient and wise feel of the shop. She itched to go throught the trinkets and things around the shop as she felt someone a difference in the prescence behind her.

She gave the shop another once-over before setting her gaze at the persons conversing. She noticed one of them looking at her and resisted the urge to simply walk away. Shira offered a slight wave and awkward smile, keeping a hand around the ipod in her pocket for comfort. "Hi...?"

"AHh... OAK GET THAT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!" Kyo jumped and soared through the air towards his treeling charge. Who just happened to be sticking a rock into his mouth. Very... bad.

Oak looked up at his soaring guardian some what confused and with a look of anger as if to say.
Stupid Elf man..

Kyo pulled the stone from Oak's vice grip just before it got to far into his mouth. Reaching out, The elf pulled on a weed and handed it to Oak.

Oak nibbled happily on the weed and rocked back and forth. Humming to himself an odd tune. Something Kyo never even taught the child.

"Huh?" Kyo ignored it and returned next to Neveah.
"I don't know where he learned that..."

"I'm not sure what is going on... I was hoping to find out. They are there, though." Kyo murmured softly, feeling Shira's approach. Xerk, however, was the one who turned towards her, disinterested now in the woman and her fowl... or at least putting his attention on the latter on hold for the moment.

Dark brows creased as he looked over the woman, making a soft scoffing sound. "Hey." He offered, tugging on his guardian's hand for attention.

"I see. A very regal bird indeed, Taka." Feeling the tug on her hand, she shifted it to scratch at boy's head, which didn't really succeed in satisfying him. She turned her head towards Shira, offering a tired sort of smile. "Hello. Please, come in..." With a smooth gesture, she glided to the side, tugging Xerk with her. "I don't think there... will be anyone here to attend you, though."

Having dissapeared into the kitchen to make food for the mass amoutn fo gets who'd showed up Kishi and Malen finally emerged, Malen headed to the main lobby carring a tray of cold meat and veggies. He could hear voices there so he knew someone would probably eat the food. " I come in peace baring food" He called out.

Kishi balanced a tray of nachos meaty and vegetarion in one hand. In the other she held her wand as she walked out into the gardens. " Snacks for all." She called out cheerily " Cookies baking in the oven for special people."

Shira looked down towards the voice of who'd replyed, noticing them for the first time. She noted the weird purple...things coming from his forehead, making her curious and weirded out at the same time. She frowned in late response. He didn't seem like the type to like strangers in her assumption.

She knew when to stay away, and so she looked to smile back at the guardian. She stepped further towards the center of the shop, keeping her distance from the others. "It's alright," she responded, "I'm just kind've looking around anyway." Her eyes strayed towards the bird of prey with it's movement. "If it's okay i mean..."