Walking out of the hospital he would take a moment to look around, he was happy to have a job of some kind, in addition he could have what ever this ‘currency’ is and use it for almost anything. Which he hoped to maybe get his own home, after all he didn’t want to stay with Vee and Vel for too long, they were nice people, helpful and sweet but he didn’t want to be a burden as well. For now his mind would wander a bit as he began exploring the city, finding many unique buildings like before, creatures of various sizes and builds, all of which he didn’t mind giving a brief 'hello' too which in some cases was returned in kind with a flash of a smile and a wave. The city was quite large, not as massive as some he’s seen in his time but this place seemed to house many people, and even humans were happy to live here which was a pleasant sight given how many times humans were painted in a negative light. He wouldn’t go too far though, simply around the block, even going towards the ‘parks’ that were nearly everywhere given how the city operated with in a large rain forest itself.
The open air market was an interesting one, from selling berries which promised they had certain effects or items which granted super human feats and abilities. Food was strange, looking normal in some stands but as odd as being shaped like a boot, which at that point he guessed it was just a literal fried boot that he had no wish to think about trying. Some of the consumable items seemed nice, and a communicator seemed vital later on but he couldn’t really afford anything amazing, for now he would keep a mental list of the things he’d like to maybe buy later when he had the money to spare. But he did realize Sorrel was correct, everything could be bought using omnilium, and by the looks of it anything counted for even training by people claiming to be good at certain skills or abilities, something he might need if he was going to be living in such a chaotic collection of realms. Window shopping for a good half hour he’d pause as he came to one stand in particular.
The person running the stand was an older man, white beard and clearly human but he seemed to be wearing simple blue robes as he stroked his beard a couple times. He seemed to be selling gems, however on closer inspection he could see faint glimmers of something, which he wouldn’t notice it at first but as he looked into it the gems stared back at him, or at least what was inside of them did. Startled he was taken aback which gained a hearty laugh from the man, “Haha! I see you got yourself spooked there, done be afraid your plenty safe around here boy, welcome to my store!” He’d say with more energy than he seemed to even have, Ricter would question what exactly the type of store this was but would just shake his head as he walked into the booth. “Are you a type of jeweler?” RIcter asked as he would get an answer soon after.
“Yes and no my boy, you see I dable in an special kind of magic, ones where you can manipulate the souls of those fallen to your whims. Or in my case place them into crystals and gem stones.” The weasel didn't know if he liked the sound of that, especially as he mentioned that he basically sold souls. “So…your literally selling souls to people…I’m surprised they would allow something like that to be so openly allowed.” For which the old man would wave a finger smiling as he explained his side of things. “Aye but that’s the magic of it son, my business works only with the willing, those who have been jailed and sentenced for execution, loved ones who have passed but aren’t ready to let them go yet, or simply someone looking for someone to talk too.” Thinking about this he could see how something like this would be nice, or even just fly under the radar given how the man is pitching it. But he still felt it was a little unethical to keep a soul trapped inside of something for what could be forever, but maybe it was a form of immortality for the soul, better to stay alive under someones command than die, maybe?
“I see your interest is perked, don’t think too highly on how its done, those trapped are only fragments of the soul that it once was. Most are only tied to the last sensation they felt, others are great conversationalists but they can be very head strong for not having one. Nothing like this is ever perfect unless your there at the time of death, and most spirits aren’t willing to just hand over their essence willingly, even if just a spoon full is needed, but enough of my rambling, feel free to look over my wares. Touch one, you’ll get insight on whom might be your next companion, traveler.” Still a tad adamant about the whole thing he would inwardly sight as he was right, he was kinda interested, and as he looked them over he would pick up what seemed to be a simple ruby. A deep red in color and perfectly cut, however as he picked it up he could hear a voice call out to him, it was deep and gruff, if anything it sounded like it was right beside him but he couldn't make out the persons species, much less whom they might look like.
“Oh god look at this one, looks like he’d belong in a children's book for retarded 30 year olds…” The voice said to him, echoing in his mind like a song though earbuds. “Hey!” The weasel growled, clearly not enjoying the insult as the voice snickered and added. “Just callin’ it like I see it…” Frowning Ricter would place that one down immediately, the old man would soon try to alleviate the negative aspects of the very quick conversation the weasel and the ruby had. “Not the most friendly one, I did say some were executed for their crimes, business gets a tad slow when the law prohibits you only to the most hostile of creatures sometimes.” He’d frown, but in a way that was fair, only the willing and the ones placed on death row, looked like a good trade off for such a business endeavor. “Sir, mind if I ask do you have any empty ones?” The old man perked up at this question, giving a knowing smile. “Have a love on you’ve lost I’m guessing? Well yes I do in fact have many, though it will cost you a bit, and you’ll need to also bring back something of sentimental value to the person that died. The more you bring me the more likely I can pull out their personality, maybe a piece of clothing they enjoyed wearing, some special good luck charm they wore, or even a photo album. You bring me those and I’ll have it done in less than a few hours.”
Looking up at the sky it was around mid day, he contemplated using this for Vee’s talisman, maybe it felt a bit inhuman of him to attempt to do but he’d offer her the idea and see if she’d like it. After all it didn’t seem too bad, especially if it was only the essence and not the complete soul, and given her friend was probably more so gone by now and he couldn’t see or interact with souls it was his best bet. With her being upset this morning, crying and sad for the death of her companion in such a horrific light, it felt unfair that secondary's were so expendable. “Alright, I’ll be back later on, thanks for the info.” Ricter would assure the man as he almost jumped up in joy at the prospect of getting more business, maybe he could pay off some bills for once? “Yes! No worries I’ll be here all day, and night actually, I pretty much live here. Uh…Disregard that, come back when ever your ready! Feel free to call me Maurice.” For which the weasel smiled, nodding back to him as he was a great business man so he'd offer his own name as well, "I'm Ricter, I'll be seeing you around Maurice." Leaving the stand he would make his way along the street now, going for what was essentially the alchemy store first, he’d visit the enchantment shop later on. Maybe he could save up his money for both the soul gem person as well as something to improve his weapon later on, after all Lanor was a great weapon for mending wounds and healing but not very good at anything else.
The alchemy shop was quite the building, instead of being a house or made of brick or anything like that, it was literally made of a hard glass tinted beaker, round in shape as the top most part where liquid can be poured in instead was a smoke stack. The front door was made of glass and on the top most section of the beaker was a sign showing the words ‘The Bubbling Bottle, your one stop place for potions and tonics’. Even having windows, which was odd for a place that was completely made of glass but placing a hand on the building it was very hard, nothing that could be shattered easily, nor crack as it seemed to have a bit of magic added to the architecture. Alas after his brief inspection of the building he would walk in through the door, the sound of jingling from a door chime would alert whom ever was inside of his presence and his entrance into the store as he looked around.
Inside there was three sections, with signs hanging off the top of the ceiling via clear wires, one labeling ‘herbs’, another being ‘potions’ and last ‘ingredients’. All of which had what you’d guess, herbs having plant matter and even grounded up powders, while potions had bottled tonics with effects labeled on small info cards next to each. The ingredients section had many other things, from frog legs, to bird beaks, feathers, blood, and things you could guess a witch would love as even now as he walked in he noticed a few pointy hates in between the few isles of the shop. Walking towards what he could see as the front desk he felt a trigger go off that didn’t hit him directly, but instead surrounded his weapon completely. Looking at it it seemed this place had some form of magical charm, one that sealed the use of his weapon or anyone's weapons for that matter, but he couldn’t tell what kind at all. Nor would he attempt to find out, it was a shop after all, no need to use it, at the same time the charm in the building seemed to both work for magic and any other kind of weapon that had the effect of causing harm.
Vee would be sitting at the desk, tending to a customer at the moment, giving them omnilium in exchange for something they were offering. Then another who wanted to buy vampire fangs, giving her omnilium and walking out with a skip in her step as the young mage seemed happy to have her little item, even if it was a tad gross at least in his eyes since he didn't dabble in alchemy at all. Walking over Vee would perk up as she saw Ricter, smiling brightly and waving, “Ricter! How did the meeting go? Did you get the job?” Waving back he smiled and nodded, “Yep, seemed like it was fairly easy, though I didn’t think my skills were so needed, looks like plenty who could do what I can do or even more.” Scratching his head she would just snicker and waved it off, “Maybe, but most others focus on power, or overwhelming speed or skill, rarely anyone focuses on medical healing. Some people can be a bit selfish in nature, but I’m just glad your here and got a job so soon! Uh did you take a look around the city?”
He’d nod, thinking about that for a bit, it was probably a fortunate thing that he was selfless. But he did think that he should probably improve himself in some way, maybe not to be the best attacker or fighter but more so to just improve his ability to heal others in a timely manner. Maybe Sorrel could help him find out new means of helping others? “I did, found a bit of an odd man at a stand in one of the markets, seems he had some interesting power that I wanted to ask you about, if your okay with it?” Stepping to the side as a wizard would come over and drop a small sack of some kind, Vee would look inside of it and then begin hitting buttons on her cash register. He’d pay and then leave soon after as she answered the weasel after her customer left, “Oh uh what is it?” Clearly not knowing about what he was talking about he would lean in close, which caused her to fluster, as if he were going to do something else that popped into her mind. But instead he would whisper to her softly. "The man seemed to be able to harness the energy souls leave behind, then place them into crystals or gems, I was uh...wondering if you'd want too try it out. He was offering to do it if we could bring back some items that have a strong connection to them, to the friend you lost." He explained his meeting with the soul gem mage, as well as what he was offering, this changed her expression a bit but she would mull it over once he finished.
“Hmm…” She’d pause, looking to the side before looking ahead, staring into space as if thinking but she’d begin talking, the moogle seemed a bit hesitant but would give an answer eventually. “I think…we can try it, it feels a bit hopeful, you know? But, if you say it has some merit then we can try it. I do have a photo album with him in it, after I’m done with work we can go grab it ,and maybe talk to his mom. His family runs this store and offered me a job a while ago, she had to leave for a bit after I mentioned what happened to her son, heartbroken for sure. I hope her family will be okay, but lets see if it works out, I’m sure if it dose then it will be at least a little bit better but probably not the same at all for them.” She made a point, he didn’t want to give false hope, but this was why he asked her for permission in the first place. For now he didn’t want to spark any more depressing thoughts while she was on the clock, and would instead let her work for a bit. All the while looking over the potions and herbs she had for sale as many of the mages that came in left soon after, looking for one thing and taking their leave. “So…How long have you worked here? Do you take up alchemy as a hobby?”
“Yes I do, I know how to make most of the potions here, I also know about all the little items and their prices as you can guess, and its been about two- three years now? Yeah, its been a while, but I like my job and its rewarding sometimes, people even offer to teach me magic for a discount but unfortunately I can’t give it.” She’d giggle, but he would think for a second about that, asking her another question “Do you know any magic?” Which would draw a nod from her as she relaxed back in her chair, “Mhm, I know a few things, not really anything amazing but I can track things down. Um..I can form balls of fire, but they are only good for light, and I was trying to learn about plant magics but I never got enough money for a teacher. Maybe one day, I still need to save up.” The moogle remarked while watching him look around, which as he walked back to her after taking some time to look over the wares he felt like maybe learning some alchemy in the future would be great. But he couldn’t ask her about that right now, instead he would loiter around the shop, looking through books on how to mix ingredients to make a tonic for many kinds of effects, from potions to increase size, to love potions which seemed like a ‘best seller’ for those of the lonely sort.
"So what do you enjoy doing for fun Ricter?"
"Uh..well not much really, I came from a realm where most of my time was spent with a witch, she held a fair bit of power so half the time it was either catering to her demands or going into the local towns to talk to people or simply help them. Oh crap I totally side bared your question, I like going out to eat and probably any crafting activities." The weasel did enjoy building stuff, from houses, to simple stuctures, the act of creating something just appealed too him. "What about you?"
"Me? Ummm, I like alchemy as you could guess, I also like gardening and cooking a lot. They tend to go hand and hand." The moogle said with a soft laugh.
"I do like growing things, its fun seeing a seed grow from being so small into something that could even feed you in time.
"Exactly! Plants are so fascinating, and I just adore having the time to be around them. The smells they give off, even the taste veggies have when you cook them just right." It would seem she was getting into a small day dream about food now, which only made him hungry.
"Do you have a garden at home? I don't think I saw it when we came in last night."
"Yeah I do, its in the attic, I try to keep it out of everyone's hair since the attic has a lot of space, I'll be sure to show you it eventually when I can."
"Thanks, that would be great!" Ricter grinned, he had a soft spot for plants too so might as well see what she's grown herself.
They talked for well over an hour, most about which foods he enjoyed the most and even a question about the shop as a whole, and what potions did what. Mostly generalized questions as customers came in and out, but he'd get the feeling he was sticking around too much. “You don’t have to stay around, I’ll be here for a couple hours so feel free to head back home, or just explore the city some more. Plenty of stuff to do than keep me company, even though I appreciate it.” Vee said to him, picking up on the vibe that he wanted to stay just too keep her company but she didn't want to bore him eventually with all her talking. Which he would sigh a bit, giving a soft smirk, “Are you sure? I could stay if your still feeling a bit sad." He'd offer but she declined "Sorry for worrying you, but its okay, I'll be aright. So don't worry too much please?" For which Ricter understood and would give her some space, "Alright, yeah I think I’ll go visit your brother then, don’t worry I’ll be careful. Mind telling me where he works?” Smiling back Vee would give a nod, floating over as she would gesture for her to follow her to the door and as they stepped outside she would point down the street, only about a block down. “Its there, not that far away at all, and thanks, just be sure you don’t fall for his little tricks. I wouldn’t want you to run away from us just because of my stupid brother…” Looking up to him he would just place his paw on her head, patting her gently.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, I’ll catch you later Vee.~” Which she would just smirk and nod to the mustelid's comment, even purring to the touch before the two would separate, one walking to the shop and the other going back to work with a wave of her paw.
The open air market was an interesting one, from selling berries which promised they had certain effects or items which granted super human feats and abilities. Food was strange, looking normal in some stands but as odd as being shaped like a boot, which at that point he guessed it was just a literal fried boot that he had no wish to think about trying. Some of the consumable items seemed nice, and a communicator seemed vital later on but he couldn’t really afford anything amazing, for now he would keep a mental list of the things he’d like to maybe buy later when he had the money to spare. But he did realize Sorrel was correct, everything could be bought using omnilium, and by the looks of it anything counted for even training by people claiming to be good at certain skills or abilities, something he might need if he was going to be living in such a chaotic collection of realms. Window shopping for a good half hour he’d pause as he came to one stand in particular.
The person running the stand was an older man, white beard and clearly human but he seemed to be wearing simple blue robes as he stroked his beard a couple times. He seemed to be selling gems, however on closer inspection he could see faint glimmers of something, which he wouldn’t notice it at first but as he looked into it the gems stared back at him, or at least what was inside of them did. Startled he was taken aback which gained a hearty laugh from the man, “Haha! I see you got yourself spooked there, done be afraid your plenty safe around here boy, welcome to my store!” He’d say with more energy than he seemed to even have, Ricter would question what exactly the type of store this was but would just shake his head as he walked into the booth. “Are you a type of jeweler?” RIcter asked as he would get an answer soon after.
“Yes and no my boy, you see I dable in an special kind of magic, ones where you can manipulate the souls of those fallen to your whims. Or in my case place them into crystals and gem stones.” The weasel didn't know if he liked the sound of that, especially as he mentioned that he basically sold souls. “So…your literally selling souls to people…I’m surprised they would allow something like that to be so openly allowed.” For which the old man would wave a finger smiling as he explained his side of things. “Aye but that’s the magic of it son, my business works only with the willing, those who have been jailed and sentenced for execution, loved ones who have passed but aren’t ready to let them go yet, or simply someone looking for someone to talk too.” Thinking about this he could see how something like this would be nice, or even just fly under the radar given how the man is pitching it. But he still felt it was a little unethical to keep a soul trapped inside of something for what could be forever, but maybe it was a form of immortality for the soul, better to stay alive under someones command than die, maybe?
“I see your interest is perked, don’t think too highly on how its done, those trapped are only fragments of the soul that it once was. Most are only tied to the last sensation they felt, others are great conversationalists but they can be very head strong for not having one. Nothing like this is ever perfect unless your there at the time of death, and most spirits aren’t willing to just hand over their essence willingly, even if just a spoon full is needed, but enough of my rambling, feel free to look over my wares. Touch one, you’ll get insight on whom might be your next companion, traveler.” Still a tad adamant about the whole thing he would inwardly sight as he was right, he was kinda interested, and as he looked them over he would pick up what seemed to be a simple ruby. A deep red in color and perfectly cut, however as he picked it up he could hear a voice call out to him, it was deep and gruff, if anything it sounded like it was right beside him but he couldn't make out the persons species, much less whom they might look like.
“Oh god look at this one, looks like he’d belong in a children's book for retarded 30 year olds…” The voice said to him, echoing in his mind like a song though earbuds. “Hey!” The weasel growled, clearly not enjoying the insult as the voice snickered and added. “Just callin’ it like I see it…” Frowning Ricter would place that one down immediately, the old man would soon try to alleviate the negative aspects of the very quick conversation the weasel and the ruby had. “Not the most friendly one, I did say some were executed for their crimes, business gets a tad slow when the law prohibits you only to the most hostile of creatures sometimes.” He’d frown, but in a way that was fair, only the willing and the ones placed on death row, looked like a good trade off for such a business endeavor. “Sir, mind if I ask do you have any empty ones?” The old man perked up at this question, giving a knowing smile. “Have a love on you’ve lost I’m guessing? Well yes I do in fact have many, though it will cost you a bit, and you’ll need to also bring back something of sentimental value to the person that died. The more you bring me the more likely I can pull out their personality, maybe a piece of clothing they enjoyed wearing, some special good luck charm they wore, or even a photo album. You bring me those and I’ll have it done in less than a few hours.”
Looking up at the sky it was around mid day, he contemplated using this for Vee’s talisman, maybe it felt a bit inhuman of him to attempt to do but he’d offer her the idea and see if she’d like it. After all it didn’t seem too bad, especially if it was only the essence and not the complete soul, and given her friend was probably more so gone by now and he couldn’t see or interact with souls it was his best bet. With her being upset this morning, crying and sad for the death of her companion in such a horrific light, it felt unfair that secondary's were so expendable. “Alright, I’ll be back later on, thanks for the info.” Ricter would assure the man as he almost jumped up in joy at the prospect of getting more business, maybe he could pay off some bills for once? “Yes! No worries I’ll be here all day, and night actually, I pretty much live here. Uh…Disregard that, come back when ever your ready! Feel free to call me Maurice.” For which the weasel smiled, nodding back to him as he was a great business man so he'd offer his own name as well, "I'm Ricter, I'll be seeing you around Maurice." Leaving the stand he would make his way along the street now, going for what was essentially the alchemy store first, he’d visit the enchantment shop later on. Maybe he could save up his money for both the soul gem person as well as something to improve his weapon later on, after all Lanor was a great weapon for mending wounds and healing but not very good at anything else.
The alchemy shop was quite the building, instead of being a house or made of brick or anything like that, it was literally made of a hard glass tinted beaker, round in shape as the top most part where liquid can be poured in instead was a smoke stack. The front door was made of glass and on the top most section of the beaker was a sign showing the words ‘The Bubbling Bottle, your one stop place for potions and tonics’. Even having windows, which was odd for a place that was completely made of glass but placing a hand on the building it was very hard, nothing that could be shattered easily, nor crack as it seemed to have a bit of magic added to the architecture. Alas after his brief inspection of the building he would walk in through the door, the sound of jingling from a door chime would alert whom ever was inside of his presence and his entrance into the store as he looked around.
Inside there was three sections, with signs hanging off the top of the ceiling via clear wires, one labeling ‘herbs’, another being ‘potions’ and last ‘ingredients’. All of which had what you’d guess, herbs having plant matter and even grounded up powders, while potions had bottled tonics with effects labeled on small info cards next to each. The ingredients section had many other things, from frog legs, to bird beaks, feathers, blood, and things you could guess a witch would love as even now as he walked in he noticed a few pointy hates in between the few isles of the shop. Walking towards what he could see as the front desk he felt a trigger go off that didn’t hit him directly, but instead surrounded his weapon completely. Looking at it it seemed this place had some form of magical charm, one that sealed the use of his weapon or anyone's weapons for that matter, but he couldn’t tell what kind at all. Nor would he attempt to find out, it was a shop after all, no need to use it, at the same time the charm in the building seemed to both work for magic and any other kind of weapon that had the effect of causing harm.
Vee would be sitting at the desk, tending to a customer at the moment, giving them omnilium in exchange for something they were offering. Then another who wanted to buy vampire fangs, giving her omnilium and walking out with a skip in her step as the young mage seemed happy to have her little item, even if it was a tad gross at least in his eyes since he didn't dabble in alchemy at all. Walking over Vee would perk up as she saw Ricter, smiling brightly and waving, “Ricter! How did the meeting go? Did you get the job?” Waving back he smiled and nodded, “Yep, seemed like it was fairly easy, though I didn’t think my skills were so needed, looks like plenty who could do what I can do or even more.” Scratching his head she would just snicker and waved it off, “Maybe, but most others focus on power, or overwhelming speed or skill, rarely anyone focuses on medical healing. Some people can be a bit selfish in nature, but I’m just glad your here and got a job so soon! Uh did you take a look around the city?”
He’d nod, thinking about that for a bit, it was probably a fortunate thing that he was selfless. But he did think that he should probably improve himself in some way, maybe not to be the best attacker or fighter but more so to just improve his ability to heal others in a timely manner. Maybe Sorrel could help him find out new means of helping others? “I did, found a bit of an odd man at a stand in one of the markets, seems he had some interesting power that I wanted to ask you about, if your okay with it?” Stepping to the side as a wizard would come over and drop a small sack of some kind, Vee would look inside of it and then begin hitting buttons on her cash register. He’d pay and then leave soon after as she answered the weasel after her customer left, “Oh uh what is it?” Clearly not knowing about what he was talking about he would lean in close, which caused her to fluster, as if he were going to do something else that popped into her mind. But instead he would whisper to her softly. "The man seemed to be able to harness the energy souls leave behind, then place them into crystals or gems, I was uh...wondering if you'd want too try it out. He was offering to do it if we could bring back some items that have a strong connection to them, to the friend you lost." He explained his meeting with the soul gem mage, as well as what he was offering, this changed her expression a bit but she would mull it over once he finished.
“Hmm…” She’d pause, looking to the side before looking ahead, staring into space as if thinking but she’d begin talking, the moogle seemed a bit hesitant but would give an answer eventually. “I think…we can try it, it feels a bit hopeful, you know? But, if you say it has some merit then we can try it. I do have a photo album with him in it, after I’m done with work we can go grab it ,and maybe talk to his mom. His family runs this store and offered me a job a while ago, she had to leave for a bit after I mentioned what happened to her son, heartbroken for sure. I hope her family will be okay, but lets see if it works out, I’m sure if it dose then it will be at least a little bit better but probably not the same at all for them.” She made a point, he didn’t want to give false hope, but this was why he asked her for permission in the first place. For now he didn’t want to spark any more depressing thoughts while she was on the clock, and would instead let her work for a bit. All the while looking over the potions and herbs she had for sale as many of the mages that came in left soon after, looking for one thing and taking their leave. “So…How long have you worked here? Do you take up alchemy as a hobby?”
“Yes I do, I know how to make most of the potions here, I also know about all the little items and their prices as you can guess, and its been about two- three years now? Yeah, its been a while, but I like my job and its rewarding sometimes, people even offer to teach me magic for a discount but unfortunately I can’t give it.” She’d giggle, but he would think for a second about that, asking her another question “Do you know any magic?” Which would draw a nod from her as she relaxed back in her chair, “Mhm, I know a few things, not really anything amazing but I can track things down. Um..I can form balls of fire, but they are only good for light, and I was trying to learn about plant magics but I never got enough money for a teacher. Maybe one day, I still need to save up.” The moogle remarked while watching him look around, which as he walked back to her after taking some time to look over the wares he felt like maybe learning some alchemy in the future would be great. But he couldn’t ask her about that right now, instead he would loiter around the shop, looking through books on how to mix ingredients to make a tonic for many kinds of effects, from potions to increase size, to love potions which seemed like a ‘best seller’ for those of the lonely sort.
"So what do you enjoy doing for fun Ricter?"
"Uh..well not much really, I came from a realm where most of my time was spent with a witch, she held a fair bit of power so half the time it was either catering to her demands or going into the local towns to talk to people or simply help them. Oh crap I totally side bared your question, I like going out to eat and probably any crafting activities." The weasel did enjoy building stuff, from houses, to simple stuctures, the act of creating something just appealed too him. "What about you?"
"Me? Ummm, I like alchemy as you could guess, I also like gardening and cooking a lot. They tend to go hand and hand." The moogle said with a soft laugh.
"I do like growing things, its fun seeing a seed grow from being so small into something that could even feed you in time.
"Exactly! Plants are so fascinating, and I just adore having the time to be around them. The smells they give off, even the taste veggies have when you cook them just right." It would seem she was getting into a small day dream about food now, which only made him hungry.
"Do you have a garden at home? I don't think I saw it when we came in last night."
"Yeah I do, its in the attic, I try to keep it out of everyone's hair since the attic has a lot of space, I'll be sure to show you it eventually when I can."
"Thanks, that would be great!" Ricter grinned, he had a soft spot for plants too so might as well see what she's grown herself.
They talked for well over an hour, most about which foods he enjoyed the most and even a question about the shop as a whole, and what potions did what. Mostly generalized questions as customers came in and out, but he'd get the feeling he was sticking around too much. “You don’t have to stay around, I’ll be here for a couple hours so feel free to head back home, or just explore the city some more. Plenty of stuff to do than keep me company, even though I appreciate it.” Vee said to him, picking up on the vibe that he wanted to stay just too keep her company but she didn't want to bore him eventually with all her talking. Which he would sigh a bit, giving a soft smirk, “Are you sure? I could stay if your still feeling a bit sad." He'd offer but she declined "Sorry for worrying you, but its okay, I'll be aright. So don't worry too much please?" For which Ricter understood and would give her some space, "Alright, yeah I think I’ll go visit your brother then, don’t worry I’ll be careful. Mind telling me where he works?” Smiling back Vee would give a nod, floating over as she would gesture for her to follow her to the door and as they stepped outside she would point down the street, only about a block down. “Its there, not that far away at all, and thanks, just be sure you don’t fall for his little tricks. I wouldn’t want you to run away from us just because of my stupid brother…” Looking up to him he would just place his paw on her head, patting her gently.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, I’ll catch you later Vee.~” Which she would just smirk and nod to the mustelid's comment, even purring to the touch before the two would separate, one walking to the shop and the other going back to work with a wave of her paw.