O'Reardon's Oceanwalk bookstore

[Morgan]

Located on a old shopping strip near the ocean coastline, this two-story building seem's to be one of the older ones. Having been in the family for generations, the place has always been known for two things: if you need a book you will find it here, and the pastries the women make. The owner currently is Morgan's mother, Heather O'Reardon, and then her daughter and an elderly woman named Ishan runs the counter's and sales.

On the first floor, its is an older store lined with shelves upon shelves. Along the side up front is the counter, along with a patisarie offering breakfast biscuits and different drinks, coffee's and tea's. Beside it there are a few smattering of tables, used both to visit, talk, and read from the many books inside the store. Towards the back is the stair's going up to the private collection of book's kept in the family. Most of the time the door is open, only closing if needed.

[Morgan]

Morgan woke up early that day, in time for a nice swim in the ocean. She smiles as she walks down the plank boards in front of her family's store. The waves were brisk today...something was changing. She notices Ishan in through the window and smiles at her, waving. She catches notice of her reflection and grimaces. Her hair, a rich sable, was all over the place from the wind again. Sighing, she looks there. Long black pants, a white long sleeved turtleneck sweater, smart brown leather calf boots...but she'd forgotten the hair. She catches it up, using a pencil to keep it in place. She straightens the sleeveless fur coat on her shoulders, the deep rich fur warm far beyond her own. She pulls up the collar, eye's closing at the memory of the last swim, and she hears the far echo of waves and underwater calls. Still smiling softly, she steps into the shop, letting a regular customer in first with a bowing of her head.

Entering, she smiles at the familiar faces of her regular morning crowd of elderly humans, there to discuss whatever came to mind. She nods to her mother behind the pastry counter as she walks over. "Good mornin', ma." She goes behind the counter and pours herself a hot cup of coffee. Ahh...her favorite, hazelnut. "How is things?"

Heather gives her a nod back, then gestures at their morning crowd...all in all not to busy. "Fine, my dear. Why don't you go straighten the shelves up above. There was a new shipment last night, and your order came in." She nods to the lady she'd been serving, handing over her change and the biscuit. She turns, hugging her daughter for a moment before taking the next order. "Come down after that then...need to put away some of that tourist stuff, not the season for it."

Morgan nods, blowing on her coffee as she heads over to the staircase. "Ok...see ya soon." She stops to answer a few question's before heading up the stairs. She is greeted by the smell of books...old books, new books, some handwritten and some printed by press. She looks about at her own private collection and smiles. This was her domain...shelves tall as she can get them, full of books. A few arm chairs, and a few bean bags for seating. Adjustable lighting supplied by antique lamps of an odd assortment. She unzips the coat more to let it hang open, but seems reluctant for a moment before laying over the back of a chair. A new box lay on her desk...a small box along with another. Maybe it was his order finally. The other, she was almost certain...smiling, she walks over and picks up the smaller, ripping it open with a sharp fingernail. The slight bit of webbing shows in between her fingers, and she instinctively flexes her fingers.

She looks over the binding of the book...another wiccan book she'd been looking for. Smiling, she walks over to the stairs and pushes it over to the correct shelf. She climbs up, looking over the volumes...ahh, there. Not close enough...bugger. She looks down and groans...ah well, maybe she can stretch over? Tongue out slightly, she steadies herself and reaches out while holding on with the other hand.

"Dam...common. Ya filthy blighter..." She looks down again, really dumb mistake there, and tries again.

[Leprechaun]

A small pop sounds at the base of the ladder, the leprechaun has arrived, he looks up with an evil smile
Wanna hand little one?

[Morgan]

Morgan yips, catching at the hand rails and looks down. She half grins...this was new. One of the wee folk, right here in her shop. Best be careful, noting the slightly off smile. "Why, I am fine, thanks." Legends and myth appearing right below her...wonder if mith was all it was cracked up to be. "Unless you can fly, that is."

[Leprechaun]

He pats the leg of the ladder, still smiling up at her
I donna think my flying will matter, do you?

[Morgan]

She groans inwardly, wondering who from the courts sent this one...or if the thing was just bored. Thinking quickly, she quips. "Well, depends on if its a granted wish or just a whim of fancy, but I dare say flying right now would be a fix, to be sure. But...if you cannot, no harm done." She grins, just barely, down at the smaller fae.

[Leprechaun]

Ta fly ya want, ta fly ya do he gives the ladder a shove the wrong way leaving her hanging in space.... literally
he starts to chuckle

[Morgan]

Crying out as the ladder is yanked from beneath her, she glares down at the fae for just a second before setting the book down. She hangs there, thinking she'd best try to hold onto something. Getting a solid hold onto the nearest shelf, she looks down again. "Ok...you've had your fun. What is it to be today...knowledge or food...or a tale?" Maybe he was in the mood for a distraction...other than her falling.

[Leprechaun]

Oooo th little one thinks she can buy me does she
Suddenly, somehow, her grip is lost and she falls, then as she gets closer to the floor about 2 1/2 feet up she stops.
Enjoying the flight ? he asks moving out of reach

[Morgan]

"Yiiee!" Heart thudding in her chest about a mile a minute, she glares over at the beast. "Not fair...Shame on ye." She tries to reach down, pretty sure she wants down by now. Getting exasperated, she groans as she looks over at the wee folk. "Be a nice lad and let me down...please." Her dark eye's go to his, charming to the core.

[Leprechaun]

Tapping his chin in the typical thinking pose
Ya know girl, I like ya, I'll come back and help ya again, ta ta
He pops away, slowly she starts floating to the floor

[Morgan]

Closing her eye's with a groan, she lets herself land, trying not to stumble as she's set down slowly. Ah...just wonderful, she'd gained a new friend fae. She looks a the few books that had gotten knocked over and decides quickly it really could have been worse.

Thinking over it while her heart starts slowing from it rapid beating, she picks them up and places them on her desk. The first giggle escapes...can't help it. She must have looked amusing, hanging up there like that. She sits down, giggling softly to herself as she lays her head back on her "coat". Closing her eyes, she shakes her head...ahh, that one would make life interesting for sure. Not sure he was gone yet, she whispers. "Good day, fair one." She stops, sighing as she looks about. No time to be lazy.

She gets up and starts reorganizing the shelves, careful this time to be close enough to the shelf in question. Humming a old litany she honestly did not remember, she works quickly, though grinning at the short meet.