6th of Spring, 515 AV
When Crook first set foot in Laviku's Jewels, he had been certain that he was dreaming. But now, as he wandered from tank to tank and watched the brightly colored fish swim from one side of the beautifully decorated tanks to the other, he knew this was too good for him to have made up. It had to be real.
His hands reached out, almost without his consent, to touch the massive glass tank he had found at the entrance. He reached for it and laid his fingers upon the glass so delicately, as though the glass might shatter beneath his gentle touch. Underneath his fingers, the brightly colored fish swam majestically, their gossamer fins reflecting light each time they turned. Their black eyes winked up at him, so open and accepting. Koi with a multitude of colors fluttered past- some larger than Crook's head, others smaller than his palm. And there were Goldfish too. Despite the name, they too were present in all colors. Oranges, whites, yellows, and golds...All were beautiful, albeit not in the same way.
Slowly, almost mournfully, Crook began to move around the large tank and into the store proper. What he saw was more than worth leaving the grand tank for.
Inside, tanks lined each and every wall. There were Koi and Goldfish again, but there was more too. There were Tetras, Bettas, and every aquatic plant he could imagine. Even hermit crabs had their place in Laviku's Jewels. The tanks shone with the love and good care of a proper owner, and the fish inside seemed proud of their existence as well. Each and every corner of the aquatics shop was built to show its true beauty.
There were some tanks marked "not for sale" as well, which Crook assumed were the owner's pets and quickly dismissed as such. These were decorated in a way that showed special care and love, however, in such a fine shop, they did not stand out greatly.
Crook glanced around for said owner, and as if on command, a jovial face popped up from behind one of the tanks, startling Crook and plucking him from his heavenly revere. The man chuckled and grinned at Crook's jumpiness, holding out a slightly damp hand for shaking as he neared.
"Sorry fella, didn't mean to scare you. My name's Merle, and I run the place. Anything I can help you find today?"
When Crook first set foot in Laviku's Jewels, he had been certain that he was dreaming. But now, as he wandered from tank to tank and watched the brightly colored fish swim from one side of the beautifully decorated tanks to the other, he knew this was too good for him to have made up. It had to be real.
His hands reached out, almost without his consent, to touch the massive glass tank he had found at the entrance. He reached for it and laid his fingers upon the glass so delicately, as though the glass might shatter beneath his gentle touch. Underneath his fingers, the brightly colored fish swam majestically, their gossamer fins reflecting light each time they turned. Their black eyes winked up at him, so open and accepting. Koi with a multitude of colors fluttered past- some larger than Crook's head, others smaller than his palm. And there were Goldfish too. Despite the name, they too were present in all colors. Oranges, whites, yellows, and golds...All were beautiful, albeit not in the same way.
Slowly, almost mournfully, Crook began to move around the large tank and into the store proper. What he saw was more than worth leaving the grand tank for.
Inside, tanks lined each and every wall. There were Koi and Goldfish again, but there was more too. There were Tetras, Bettas, and every aquatic plant he could imagine. Even hermit crabs had their place in Laviku's Jewels. The tanks shone with the love and good care of a proper owner, and the fish inside seemed proud of their existence as well. Each and every corner of the aquatics shop was built to show its true beauty.
There were some tanks marked "not for sale" as well, which Crook assumed were the owner's pets and quickly dismissed as such. These were decorated in a way that showed special care and love, however, in such a fine shop, they did not stand out greatly.
Crook glanced around for said owner, and as if on command, a jovial face popped up from behind one of the tanks, startling Crook and plucking him from his heavenly revere. The man chuckled and grinned at Crook's jumpiness, holding out a slightly damp hand for shaking as he neared.
"Sorry fella, didn't mean to scare you. My name's Merle, and I run the place. Anything I can help you find today?"
