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    business was up and running. well, almost.


    lauren had set up her house finally, a little thing a bit out of the way, two bedrooms. one, hers, the other, her shop. she was proud of it, the way the butterflies seemed at him in there. everything was warmly colored, golds and whites, the furniture soft. she'd have to get more little things to fill it up, but in the meantime, it'd do.


    now the real struggle would be finding bussiness. it was never easy, finding people who wanted much of anything to do with a psychic. but this was not the supersticious city she'd grown up in, and she could only hope others would have open minds here. she fancied she'd hold open readings soon, offer them to everyone to get business generated. but that would take time; she was still brand new to this group.


    lauren sat in the shop, which even had it's own little door, sipping on a glass of tea, watching her butterflies float about. an open sign hunt on the window, the door wide open, inviting anyone to come for a visit.


    v.alor

    the rift still had cabins. cabins that were much too small to properly fit valor, but that didn't matter much. it was hard to get comfortable anywhere before falling asleep. he did like looking at them, though. the little decorations they would put up. he remembered vaguely that someone had put fairly lights around the edges of their roof and played violin inside. who couldn't remember who, but felt a bit nostalgic at the sudden memory. his brought back though when his nose collides with a swinging wooden sign, and backs up, blinking. he rubs his snout and tries to read the sign before remembering, oh yeah, he couldn't read at all. instead he ducked under it and headed toward the front door of the cabin, carefully dodging another collision with the door frame and poking his head in.


    "uhh excuse me, miss? what does your sign say?"


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