It was a bright, sunny day without a single cloud in the blue, blue sky. "Truly, a dreadful day to be alive." Thought Helen as strolled through the busy streets of the festival. Usually, one wouldn't find the tall woman in her layered black lace dress at this time of the day, she preferring the darker times of the day but Helen had just arrived at the town, settled her tea house and events like these were the perfect time for giving out flyers and making the occasional acquaintance.
Such, the 6'2 lady was walking in a leisured manner through the town, black lace parasol keeping the pesky rays of the sun away from her porcelain skin. Even with the large crowd, it didn't seem like she had any problems getting through as people just split for her like the Red Sea for Noass. That is until one person didn't.
Fortunately for Helen, her reflexes weren't amongst the slow ones and she managed to put her sun guard in front of the boy, saving her dress from the sugary liquid in his cup. He was a young human, in the modern standards between a man and a child, though, she still remembered the times when he would have been prime for marriage if the youngster would have wished so.
As the boy rambled, apologizing as the polite little thing he seemed to be, Helen watched with a fond smile under the shadow of her parasol.
"Don't fret little one, all's fine, though..." With a smooth motion, the woman pulled a black handkerchief, offering it to the young one, "You did make a slight mess on your hand, there. Wouldn't want it to dry and get all sticky, now."
She did take note of the multiple food vendors all about but nothing had really piqued her interest just yet. It had been 50 years since coming back to earth and her taste buds still haven't adjusted to the 'particularities' of human cuisine.
"I guess you are right. Can't say anything had got me interested, though. That reminds me!" She reached in her purse again, pulling out a black flyer with green chromatic text on it. "I just moved here and from tomorrow my tea shop is open to customers. You can enjoy a beverage, try one of our pastries..." Helen then glanced at his more-than-human aura "Or get something more custom."
The pamphlet in the boy's hand wasn't a regular one. To those without magic, it was just a pretty piece of paper, informing of the new tea house. Those special, though, would see the letters rearranging into similar text but with slight changes. Asides from the regular drinks and snacks, it also offered potions for pain, to boost one's healing, blessings for plant growth and such.
Such, the 6'2 lady was walking in a leisured manner through the town, black lace parasol keeping the pesky rays of the sun away from her porcelain skin. Even with the large crowd, it didn't seem like she had any problems getting through as people just split for her like the Red Sea for Noass. That is until one person didn't.
Fortunately for Helen, her reflexes weren't amongst the slow ones and she managed to put her sun guard in front of the boy, saving her dress from the sugary liquid in his cup. He was a young human, in the modern standards between a man and a child, though, she still remembered the times when he would have been prime for marriage if the youngster would have wished so.
As the boy rambled, apologizing as the polite little thing he seemed to be, Helen watched with a fond smile under the shadow of her parasol.
"Don't fret little one, all's fine, though..." With a smooth motion, the woman pulled a black handkerchief, offering it to the young one, "You did make a slight mess on your hand, there. Wouldn't want it to dry and get all sticky, now."
She did take note of the multiple food vendors all about but nothing had really piqued her interest just yet. It had been 50 years since coming back to earth and her taste buds still haven't adjusted to the 'particularities' of human cuisine.
"I guess you are right. Can't say anything had got me interested, though. That reminds me!" She reached in her purse again, pulling out a black flyer with green chromatic text on it. "I just moved here and from tomorrow my tea shop is open to customers. You can enjoy a beverage, try one of our pastries..." Helen then glanced at his more-than-human aura "Or get something more custom."
The pamphlet in the boy's hand wasn't a regular one. To those without magic, it was just a pretty piece of paper, informing of the new tea house. Those special, though, would see the letters rearranging into similar text but with slight changes. Asides from the regular drinks and snacks, it also offered potions for pain, to boost one's healing, blessings for plant growth and such.
