Stores Open ~ Carving Filled Musings (Sirena/Invite)

OOC NOTE: All images of things described included at the end

Tristan hated the hot sun...the air was humid today. Well it had been hot especially for him...due to his outfit. It was early september...give or take. The sky and atmosher was muggy with a slightly overcast look. With lack of wind most of the day it just made it feel worse than it actually looked. The outfit he wore when out and about didn't help things much either. Seeing as he was wearing his gloves, the long sleeves, Thana's jacket she gave him...with much persuausion...and black pants. Shades on his face to hide the oddness of his eyes.  These combined things...along with the fact the afternoon hours only had just...a few hours left...meant the sun would start setting. The temperature would begin to fall into lower temperatures due to the time of year. So the early fall coolness that began to settle in as time passed was a blessing...after that.

In order to get to his shop, though, he had to sneak out of the University. Plus leave a note for Juliette, Lestat and Thana about where he was going. He had texted them both and sent emails. He hated it...but what can you do. Lestat and others energies covered the phone. he didn't like using it. Or much of these modern human contraptions. Ha! Like he was really one to talk...a human who wasn't human yet not even creature. He did this motions like nothing was wrong. Even though Thana seemed to be missing. Lestat was probably on tour. Okay...he already knew both things but he was faking normalacy at the moment.

Thinking about it he really didn't need the money now. He was here because it kept his mind off the whole Oracle thing...and he enjoyed it. The work and selling he did was because he enjoyed it. He was selling wooden figurines and a couple smaller pieces of hand carved and handcrafted wooden items. Mostly nicknack types. He was pretending to be a normal human being...with a strange fascination in the "fantasy" shit that people didn't believe in. Especially vampires. He had done so much to reinvent himself....then Ophelia came and tore it all away. He couldn't cling to his "fantasy life" any longer. As well worked really had to hide any signs of abnormalacy...it didn't matter several outside of a select few knew of his existance. All of his training...his practice. Everything he had done to control it or practice like it didn't happen when he touched things others did...preventions and other things...it had felt for naught. Except in this shop where he could wave off things as a headache or dizzy spell if asked...still unable to lie he avoided answer.

For the first few hours, he had called out like all the other merchants what he was selling. What prices started at...he'd been doing this for hours. He had actually made a lot of sales today. Maybe he could visit other shops...er...maybe not. Ordering offline might work best. After the heat got too much he just walked into his store itself where the air conditioning was going...time passed. Sales happened. During a lull that happened between work hours and off hours...he was working on new masterpieces.

He was currently whittling away on on a wooden carving he had been working on for hours...a beautiful boat that was being put together piece by wooden piece. He would need to paint it later. He sat on his handcarved wooden stool (1 at bottom) he had made behind the desk, as everything was literally handmade and built...the store was built with lestat's help. Working away. A wooden windchime (2 at bottom) acted like the notice for others. The wards now there along with runes would prevent use of powers or the repeat of the events that transpired prior. Thanks to Cassandra, Jamal and a handful of others the safest place he could be with Lestat on tour and Thana missing...was his shop he and Lestat opened many years prior...all these musing and thoughts hitting him. Even as other things did as well. He just brushed them aside.

Tristan finished carving and shaping, gluing or setting in the boat pieces and proceeded to paint it. When the wind chimes were going off he was finishing up the details on the handmade boat model. (3 at bottom)

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Sirena had been at her home packing things up because she was going to be moving into the school full time and after that she was hoping to be moving in with Vince at his home. She was deciding what she wanted to do with her home but she was not sure. She grabbed her bag and placed a few bottles of water in it.

She decided she wanted to walk thru town and visit a couple of the shops and see if she could find a gift for Vincent, a gift t say thank you for being you. She had found herself outside of T.L. Woodcrafters to see what he had already made. She had loved this shop and had gotten many of her furniture pieces here. She pulled out a bottle of water, opened it and started to drink a little. When she arrived she found Tristan out side working on what looked like a boat, it looked really good. "Hello Tristan, have anything new that might be interesting?" She asked as she looked at some of the pieces.

Tristan looked up as he finished painting the miniature boat that he had just hand carved and lovingly built from the plank by plank carving on. He heard the windchimes and looked up. He was in the outer part of the stores inside. A closed in patio type. So really it was outside and inside because the stalls outside the shop werent filled with stuff right now. Everything was inside. He looked up at Sirena as she let herself into the area he was in. She had come inside obviously. "I forgot to lock the door...I brought the cheaper smaller things inside already." He said in his emo and distant sounding voice. He blew gently on the boat he had been working on. "Early evening Sirena..." he said and looked at her.

"You're here for more than just a chat Sirena. Outside this boat I have newer works....this is drying." he said as his hands moved to carve things. He walked around her and to the front door. Locking it so no one else could enter. He got a flash of something. "So you're moving...things are progressing with Vincent?" He said in a way that stated he already knew...then again she had her suspicions he was sure. Or she knew he couldn't tell. "I show you my special clients wares." he said with no emotion.

Sirena was looking around the shop at the little things that Tristan had around and she always liked everything he did. “Don’t need cheap, really.” She said as she went to look over the boat he had been working on. She was a little surprised when he said he was calling it a early evening because she had never seen him do that; well at least in quite awhile anyway. Taking a sip of her water she looked at him, “If you have plans I can come back another day.” She gladly told him.

Sometimes Sirena wanting to talk to Tristan, but today she wanted to find something that Vince would possible like. “I want to chat and browse.” She told him. Sirena smiled a little when he mentioned Vince, “A little we are moving a little slow, but everything is looking good.” She told him with a smile. Sirena followed Tristan into the store so he could show her the other stuff he had. She giggled a little and looked at him, “Well I am glad I am special.” She smirked.