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Every year, Nora intended to dress up for the carnivale, but every year she always showed up like this, in an outfit befitting the weather but otherwise not remotely on-theme as far as the locals were concerned. It didn’t matter, though–she spent the evening with her wife and a steady stream of alcohol that allowed her to maintain a pleasant buzz. And after a few tumultuous weeks, something fun and normal was definitely in order to blow off a little steam. 

“Hi,” she said brightly, then shook Silas’s hand with the one not currently holding a half-full pint of beer. As he lowered the mask, the smile faltered as concern immediately settled in its place. “I– yes, a lot–” She waved off the question about booths and the event itself. “Are you doing okay?”

There was nothing okay with the cubi besides the excitement he felt seeing his work dancing around the festivities on the rare occasion. Swarms of people were in attendance, making it hard to see every piece that was touched by his hand, but when the moment did occur— warmed filled him and for a moment Silas forgot the pure exhaustion that held onto him so firmly. “Yeah, yeah. Just been so busy with the shop, hard to sleep lately,” a bit of a white lie and it was misery inducing to do that to someone like Nora. She had been nothing but a good friend over the span of being in Corinth Bay, especially when it came to helping with the curated items in the shop. That was part of the reasons the cubi had a permanent area to feature her work, along with just being a good soul through and through, “I’m sure after a few drinks while watching the parade will have me falling asleep like a baby.” Or at least he hoped, sporting a friendly grin as he flagged down a woman carrying various wine’s in plastic cups.

“A familiar face,” the cubi stated as he gently removed his mask to reveal a smile as he came up to the couple. Over his time working with the werewolf on displaying her custom pieces, Silas had heard many lovely things about Nora’s wife and just hadn’t had the chance to meet her. His current state of fatigue was hardly the first impression he wanted to give, but from what he understood of the witch— there was probably no reason to worry over it. Eye bags on full display after another night of unrest, yet the scale was still firmly placed inside his pant pocket. Pulling out a hand to shake, the cubi gave a warm grin and spoke loudly over the crowds, “Seen any fun booths?”

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“Silas?”

Nora stepped into the silent, warm interior of Knick Knack, and though the bell on the door announced her arrival, she called for him for good measure, just to be sure. She stepped around the shop, bag over her shoulder and a small stack of business cards in her hand, finally halting at a dining set she’d made a month ago. Much to her delight, a neat handwritten card sat atop it with the single word sold written across it. She’d done matching scrolling carving on the legs of each of the chairs as well as the table, and the table itself could expand to fit more people than just four. About then she heard soft footsteps heading towards her from elsewhere in the shop, and she turned to grin at whom she assumed was Silas himself.

“It sold!” she chirped happily. “That’s wonderful!” Momentarily, the few smaller objects to hand over to him and the additional business cards were forgotten in favor of celebrating the sale of something she’d spent absolute ages on–it was nice to know someone else liked her work as much as she enjoyed making it. @silaskyun​

Ding, ding.

The cubi’s heart leapt at the sound of the chime, hyper focused on the object glistening in his hand and notes strewn about. Ever since he had woken up with the scale and no memory of the day before, everything about him didn’t make sense. It was as if the core of his personality shifted slightly and he couldn’t keep his hands off the scale. Currently it was snug inside his pocket, the same one his hand gently slid into as he made his way to the front of his store. Silas’ saving grace was the familiarity of the voice, but it could also be a downfall. Ones that knew him best might notice the behavior shift and his need to understand why he had the scale in the first place, but he hoped Nora would be a good escape. He left his notebook open, still on the day that he had written the events that he no longer could bring back to the forefront.

“To a lovely couple that just moved in together,” a broad smile on his face, welcoming the wolf’s excitement and leaned casually on his front counter, “Asked if you could also do a few other personal pieces to match, if you are up for it.” Which he had assumed Nora would be, already giving the couple reassurance that it could be done. “A lot of people had been eyeing it, but these two seem as though they will cherish it. They both seemed tired of the same old Ikea look and your work is one of a kind, truly meant to be heirloom pieces.”