Torn

Wandering thoughts

'Would you wish for a bag?'Emalda asks kindly, snapping me out of my trance. 'I wouldn't waste a wish on it, but it would be greatly appreciated.' I reply. She chuckles, takes the coin, and wanders to the back of the shop.

The doorbell rings, footsteps wander closer, before a warm hand lay to rest on my shoulder. 'All set?'Ian asks from beside me. I nod and glance at the hand, playful ginger hairs reach for the light above. 'It was alright. And no, I wasn't too harsh.'Mark replies while he softly squeezes my shoulder. 'Sure...' Ian states playfully.

Mark frowns and shakes his head, releasing my shoulder while he does so. 'I see you found some new garments?' Mark asks as he steps to the check-out to caress the fabric.'Yes. Ian mentioned mine was too modern for here... so I picked these.'I answer. Mark humms. 'Yes. Some villagers like to ignore the fact that there are other realms out there, so to keep them in their fantasy, we dress in another fashion.' Mark explains. 'It's better for the kids too. Especially the young warlocks...'Emalda adds as she wanders back into the room. Mark's face lits up, visibly dazed by a memory.

'The young warlocks would make a mess of the portals, indeed. What might bring them in danger.'Ian says. 'Takes a lot of strength to be able to do so.'Mark mentions.'Not everyone is as mighty as you, high priest, but mistakes could happen. So better to keep it a secret, until they are grown up.'Emalda comments.'Please stop being so formal, Emalda, We are old friends after all.'Mark remarks. 'Even so, I have to keep my manners, unlike the rascals at the pub.

'I just visited, they were in line, as much as leprechauns can be...'Mark sighs. Ian glances at the floor, a pink blush staining his cheeks. Emalda notices Ian's expression, she chuckles. 'Oh well, every night creature has his thing, and thank the dark lord for that otherwise it would be such a boring bunch.'Emalda states.

Emalda glances at the clothes, she nods. 'A bag...I swear every year, my mind wanders further and further away.'Emalda mentions as she checks the shelve in the checkout. 'Not everyone is as lucky as you, high priest.' Emalda adds as she stands back up. 'How so?' Mark asks.'That the mind expand, yet the looks fade.'Emalda says before Mark interrupts. 'Excuse me?''No need to worry. I have good balms for smile lines and age spots. Also for gre...' Emalda mentions before she is cut off by Mark again. 'Nature nurtures a shell as she sees fit. Like a flower in the sunlight, I'm perfectly pleased with the way I present myself.'Mark replies, a tad offended.

Emalda chuckles. 'And we know that, Mark. Please... I was just teasing. Nature suits you.'Emalda says. She smiles at me then she stares at the clothes once more. 'I'm afraid, I forgot to order some bags, dear.' She utters. Ian shrugs. 'No problemo.'He says as he grabs the clothes off the counter and strides to the door.

'It was good to see you both and even nicer to have met you, miss.'Emalda states as Ian opens the door. 'Skylett, and it was my pleasure too. You are a kind lady, miss Emalda.' I reply. 'Please, just call me Emalda, everyone does.' Emalda mentions. I nod. 'Enjoy your evening, Emalda.'I wish. 'You all too. May it be peaceful after your long travel.'Emalda replies before we exit the shop. Mark glances at Ian than at me before we all wander towards the pub where laughter and music originate from.