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Art U Make wasn’t one of the stores that Arian tended to frequent a lot as unlike the Garden and Sparklespot (which specialised in just beads), the square store with the white roof specialised in selling a variety of different art making and hobby craft materials to the general public. The store did however have a small section devoted to a selection of beads, which could be found behind the paper craft section and the dark-haired teen had been known to occasionally browse through them.

Like today – well actually truth be told – Arian had actually been intending to visit the Garden, but there had been a sign on the door saying that it was closed over the next two days due to a family emergency. The dark-haired teen had been passing Art U Make on the way over to Sparklespot and had decided on impulse to have a look in Art U Make and have a rummage through their bead section.

The bead selection wasn’t great – Arian had known that he’d need to go to somewhere like the Garen if he really wanted the variety, however the dark-haired teen had managed to bag some pretty patterned wooden beads, and some shimmery looking dark grey beads which would probably go well with some of the gemstones he had back at home.

It seemed like he wasn’t the only person who’d decided to have a rummage in the Art U Make’s bead section, there was a brown-haired girl there too bagging up some of the beads near a set of glass beads in the shape of small fishes. As he drifting towards them to take a closer a look, he gave the slightly taller girl a friendly smile and a quiet “Afternoon.”

“That’s okay” Arian replied his voice still quiet, then again Arian wasn’t a particularly loud person. “Would you…” He’d been about to ask the girl if she wanted a hand picking up the spilt beads, but she’d already started to gather them up before he could get the words out.

It had seemed that their brief conversation was over, so Arian had been about to have a look at those fish-shaped beads that had caught his eye, the dark-haired teen was therefore a little startled when he’d heard her clear her throat, although it wasn’t an unpleasant startlement.

“They had a few different pliers over there, a couple of different cutters too but they weren’t anything special.” Just the bare basics really, not anything that the dark-haired teen would consider shelling money out on. He gave her a friendly, if curious look in return “What do you need one for? You'd probably be better off getting one from one of the bead shops – like Sparklespot.”

Arian gave the girl a sympathetic look as she mentioned what sounded to be a pretty sucky situation. The dark-haired teen knew how gutted he’d feel if he’d found out that someone had sold or given away his tools. He listened in interest as she mentioned working on a costume for Halloween “That sounds pretty neat, making your own costume like that from scratch.” Last year Arian had dressed up as some sort of dark fae, green contacts, a touch of face paint and all and although the dark-haired teen wasn’t he was going to put any such effort into Halloween this year, it didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate the effort that someone else was seemingly putting in.

“Sparklespot is about three streets away from the library. You can’t really miss the shop” at least Arian didn’t think you could. “It’s got a purple sign above the shop door with the shop name in white and some white butterflies painted on the windows. I’d suggest you try the Garden um I mean the Beaded Garden” the Garden was how he tended to shorten it in his head. “That’s only four shops down from here, but it’s shut for the next two days.”

Arian nodded “I feel that way about the jewellery I make.” Although the dark-haired teen didn’t have a problem wearing jewellery, he very rarely actually bought jewellery – buying old beaded necklaces from charity shops totally didn’t count given that he took them apart for the beads. If he wanted a new necklace or bracelet then the dark-haired teen preferred to make up something for himself and although he wouldn’t count his stuff as amazing (given some of the stuff he’d seen that was truly amazing, he’d come a long long way from that day in class back in primary school when he’d burnt his fimo beads after leaving them in the oven too long.

He shook his head, his face slightly rueful at the girl’s question about fabric stores “Sorry I don’t” he admitted. Not sewing or making costumes meant it wasn’t something that he’d really needed to know. Ironically if she’d asked about bakeries then Arian probably been able to list a bunch without thinking too hard on it given his fondness for sweet treats.

“Ah sorry I didn’t give it,” Arian looked flustered that he hadn’t thought to introduce himself. “I’m Arian – Arian Laith. It’s been nice talking to you likewise.”

The dark-haired teen was going to get going himself soon – the little fish beads had turned out to be not-that-great up close and there hadn’t really been a great deal much else that had caught his eye. Not that it mattered given that he was still planning to go check out Sparklespot.

He smiled at Natalia “Good luck with your fabric hunting.” Maybe he'd see her at either Sparklespot or the Garden at some point – he certainly frequented both places enough after all.