kalloway @kalloway@fedibird.com

Carefully, Lark wiped the morning's fingerprints from the perfect and clear glass sphere that sat on the counter near where they totaled up purchases.

It didn't have a whit of magic in it on its own; instead it would fill with the magic of its proper owner. Everyone touched it, of course, out of curiosity and the chance they might catch a glimpse of more than their own smudges.

So far, nobody had gotten more than a faint little curling wisp of possibility from it.

Oh, but when they did-

-Lark would adjust the price accordingly.

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Quill looked out into the pitch black night one last time before making sure he had everything he needed.

He closed his eyes and listened until he heard the faintest of rustles and then sounds unlike any heard in the daytime.

The sounds grew closer, though when Quill opened his eyes to peer out again, he still saw nothing.

Silently, he waited, until the sound was nearly to him.

And then he lit the lantern on his patio table, illuminating the late dinner he'd prepared.

He heard the rustle, the noise, and then, there, it grinned-

-famished.

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Moyna looked out at the graveyard now under her care. The advert had promised housing, benefits, and more for someone who enjoyed working outside in a quiet location. She indeed had a tiny cottage to live in and could work as she pleased.

She'd been able to bring her husband along and had put him back to rest in a lovely sunny spot with proper space for herself some years down the road.

Things weren't always as quiet as advertised, but Moyna didn't much mind that either...

No, that was probably a benefit.

And, of course, a secret.

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"You have a spring in your step today, Idalia."

Idalia smiled at her supervisor. She supposed she did, though mostly she was happy that she'd been noticed at all and by name, even!

She'd been "you" and "new girl" for the last three years no matter what skills she learned and mastered. If the work hadn't otherwise been really decent, Idalia was sure she would have just left one day and not returned.

But instead she'd decided to learn a few more skills, including summoning and magic.

Idalia wondered if she'd still need her army of skeletons.

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(which Albert/Yurius is, of course, up to you- married in every universe and all)

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Albert sat to rest for a moment, his workout nearly complete. The sun was higher than he'd realized and the muted pastels of the calm morning were quickly fading to blue.

He'd be needed before long and-

"Resting?"

"For a moment," Albert replied before gesturing for Yurius to sit. He'd rest a moment longer, now.

They had things to discuss. They always did.

Instead, Albert just quietly took Yurius's hand and-

He said nothing about the tentacle snaking around him. That wasn't any surprise.

Yes, he'd rest for just a few moments longer.

There, in the furthest depths of the cave, Rodney found the remains of the dragon. It had died long enough ago that it was little but white bones and iridescent scales but Rodney stepped back anyway.

Each bone, each scale would fetch a fine price, as would its jewel if it remained.

The dragon had once guarded the previous kingdom, but the kingdom had fallen, the dragon had died, and both had become little more than stories Rodney had heard as a child.

He'd always wondered about the dragon, though.

Now he knew-

Rodney turned to go.

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Rian handed the young man his change with an awkward almost-smile that hopefully hid his surprise.

But he had his hood down and horns visible; he wasn't hiding, and this wasn't the first time he'd sold a fresh, clean red apple to this young man.

"Dinner," Rian echoed before slowly nodding. "I need to settle up for the day but can meet you."

Red-faced, like he'd expected to be turned down, the young man stammered out a pub and time.

"I'll see you then," Rian replied.

If nothing else, he'd get a meal.

And, just maybe, he'd get a bit more.

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Lark shook their head.

"I technically can't offer you advice on how to use it," they told their customer as they gestured at the carefully measured packet on the counter.

"I can tell you that it's often taken as four doses, a quarter of the packet at a time, once a day and no more," Lark continued, their voice a bit quieter.

Their customer blinked and then nodded, quickly offering coins for the little packet and then scurrying for the door.

"Lark!"

Lark froze at the sound of the shop owner's voice. Had they gone too far?

"Good job."

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