Post by Sparrow Leinad on Jun 3, 2008 23:04:06 GMT -5
Sparrow lifted a large chest off the floor and sat it down on her counter. She dusted it off as best she could and leaned down for a better look. She had catalogued everything, almost everything and she knew where everything was and what it did. Most of her items were trinkets, and little bits and pieces, believe it or not there weren’t that many magical objects. Though there were some.
The Chest however... that was an anomaly, Sparrow couldn’t pick the date of origin. Perhaps it was crafted during the second age, or during the Western Centaur war, it could even go as far back Danu’s first step. Either way, whatever was trapped inside, had to be unusual, unique and best of all valuable.
The Chest was lined with old tough purple leather, the buckles and trimmings were silver and had an old sparkle to it, Sparrow could only assume it was forged using a sky stone that had fallen from the stars above. She ran her fingers along the metal; it prickled gently to the touch. The old lock was massive and made from the same star-like material. She saw her reflection in the metal and smiled prettily. She had changed shape earlier in the day, she needed the extra girth to clean and spruce up the shop. Sparrow was now an incredibly pretty female faun. She stamped her dark oversized hooves against the wood paneling and pushed her long dark wavy hair off her shoulders and away from her neck. She squinted her large emerald eyes at the lock and turned her head quizzically. The Shape was all wrong. She pressed her fingers against it and closed her eyes. Immediately her shape began to change, to shrink and stretch until she was a tiny emerald snake. She wiggled her way into the lock until her whole body was coiled around the mechanics. It clicked open and dropped the ground with a heavy thud.
Sparrow slithered out and took shape. She was a small dark haired gnome with sharp keens eyes and small spry hands. She picked up the lock and shook it; it buzzed and crackled with electricity. She put the lock down and opened the chest fastener. The Chest swung open with a groan. Sparrow sighed deeply. Inside the rectangular chest was a smaller one, square this time. The top of the box was the lock itself, made from the same metal as the fastenings; the smaller chest was completely metallic. A huge lock was woven into the metal and strange runic circular symbols surrounded the box.
She’d need help.
The Chest however... that was an anomaly, Sparrow couldn’t pick the date of origin. Perhaps it was crafted during the second age, or during the Western Centaur war, it could even go as far back Danu’s first step. Either way, whatever was trapped inside, had to be unusual, unique and best of all valuable.
The Chest was lined with old tough purple leather, the buckles and trimmings were silver and had an old sparkle to it, Sparrow could only assume it was forged using a sky stone that had fallen from the stars above. She ran her fingers along the metal; it prickled gently to the touch. The old lock was massive and made from the same star-like material. She saw her reflection in the metal and smiled prettily. She had changed shape earlier in the day, she needed the extra girth to clean and spruce up the shop. Sparrow was now an incredibly pretty female faun. She stamped her dark oversized hooves against the wood paneling and pushed her long dark wavy hair off her shoulders and away from her neck. She squinted her large emerald eyes at the lock and turned her head quizzically. The Shape was all wrong. She pressed her fingers against it and closed her eyes. Immediately her shape began to change, to shrink and stretch until she was a tiny emerald snake. She wiggled her way into the lock until her whole body was coiled around the mechanics. It clicked open and dropped the ground with a heavy thud.
Sparrow slithered out and took shape. She was a small dark haired gnome with sharp keens eyes and small spry hands. She picked up the lock and shook it; it buzzed and crackled with electricity. She put the lock down and opened the chest fastener. The Chest swung open with a groan. Sparrow sighed deeply. Inside the rectangular chest was a smaller one, square this time. The top of the box was the lock itself, made from the same metal as the fastenings; the smaller chest was completely metallic. A huge lock was woven into the metal and strange runic circular symbols surrounded the box.
She’d need help.