@horse-does-taxes.bsky.social "Is... Is that nag in uniform? Am I back home?"

"Aye, but apart from the caravan, there's not much I get partial too... Apart from sweets and churros."

He followed his lead and skipped his hooves in joy and in some sort of rhythmic movement.

"From time to time, aye!"

"...Eh, just a pair of people and a wandering familiar."

"Co-run, aye. Technically speaking the caravan and the merchant license are mine in ownership. I have a cohort who stays more ou' of the spotlight and more in th' paperwork."

"Yes... I've grown unnaturally partial to it. It's been good for travel."

He sipped his coffee as she asked. He looked at her, and sighed. He turned his cup upside down midair. Not only was it not dumping its contents out, but the cup also stood where it was left in the same position as he took his hand away.

"Aye. Nothing gets one's mind off the stress of the day than a day at the market."

He also wrote down "England" to research later. "Now that is an excellent question." He outstretched a hand toward the entrance, the words "Rare & Exotic Wonders" from "Starbuck's Caravan of Rare & Exotic Wonders" twinkling in response to his hand movements. "Items from my travels and trades."

"I have three responses for that. Firstly, thank you for giving me the name of our location. Secondly, our means of travel to new worlds is not precise unless we've been there before. Sometimes we just set our spells for the appropriate space and atmosphere for our needs. The rest is random." --

"With respect to your time, Miss..." He gestured to the unwinding leather. "That will require more than what we have left. Are there any more pressing interests?"

"Y' would think, aye, and for the first years growing up fae, that's true, but our realm is nothin' but, so it becomes habit to embrace it, and that's how we show our love and spirit with one another!"

He raised a brow in confusion. "Adopted? Nooo. I have seven parents. Large parentage! That's fae for ya!" He chuckled.

"All over. Originally though, a place of Seelie and Unseelie alike. Faeries and hobgoblins. I come from a traveling group of fauns with different sized caravans." He patted the wood. "This one was m' Pa's- Well, my biological Pa's."

"Then y' can do some window shopping when y' warm up!"

He looked over at the leather strip with the hook end, as it stood wrapped around in a cup shape. "Good first question, and just to let y' know, ye have less than ten minutes for yer interview before you go back down. That's magic. I'm a skilled wizard, but I consider myself a salesman first."

He held a finger up and pulled a long strip of leather, and a small fishhook, tying the hook at the end of the strip. He took out a wand made of petrified wood etched in runes that seemed to shift about slowly in their shapes and swirled his wand. Caroline would find herself floating to meet him.

"That's a longer answer than what I don't sell." He chuckled.

He followed him. He recognized the coin slot part of the machine. "Aye, that's like m' modified coin press souvenir machine." He looked over the wrapped items. "So, it's for food, aye? Y' must be such a busy lot to not have time in yer day to walk through a food market n'more."

He shook his head and took a bite of a small coffee cake. "Lot cozier in here. Would y' like to be raised upward for equal eyeline?"

"Of course this means I'll charge double for our first transaction."

He smiled proudly. "I may. I have a particular set of comfortable shoes that fit that description. In various forms." He raised a hoof to show one of them shoed with non-scuffed metal loops with S's embossed around the center. "Helps when I need to scurry out in a pinch."

Pulls a large wool overcoat out of one of his coat pockets and drapes it over her shoulder. It would feel like hugging a llama.

"That depends on what the traveling knight was seeking at this point and time."

"Nonsense! Never a cursed item. Just the curses."

He heard a closer voice outside and opened the window by the door, and down at her. "Hiya! Business will be opened shortly. Did you have some questions about us, Miss?"

||: heads up for Earthlings who wanna trade: Eoin doesn’t have Bluetooth, a phone, microwave, LPs, record/cd players, DVDs, or even streaming services. He knows not these things :)

He shook his head. "...A machine built for vending? Where is the personality?"

“Oh, right sorry, my business partner and I run an interplanar caravan of trading and selling wares. She’s currently securing the area while I get snacks!”

||: TRUTH.

#Queekisms Honestly. If you make an OC, you have gotta be mentally prepared for the possibility that it just won’t kick off. Don’t plan for failure. Fight like hell for them. But be realistic. Sometimes, for whatever reason, it might not hit the way you wanted and you’ve gotta be ready.

||: heads up for Earthlings who wanna trade: Eoin doesn’t have Bluetooth, a phone, microwave, LPs, record/cd players, DVDs, or even streaming services. He knows not these things :)

"Well, we didn't exactly arrive with anticipated parties or knowledge of location. We just set parameters to accommodate the size and locals. The rest we leave to chance."

"I'm a bit o' a sweet tooth! Pleasure to meet y', Gambit. Out of curiosity... What is 'here'?"

@averageordinary2.bsky.social Eoin's cart had parked in Central Park, after suddenly appearing in the night. His business area was gaining a lot of public attention, especially on social media, with debates on whether it was Banksy, a pop-up shop, or a magic trick. He was still setting things --

Green: Attentive. Fluffy. Handsome. Self-employed, home and ride are same place, and cozy. Magical. Red: Mostly goat. Not much of a sentimental person. Very talkative and as a Fae, is prone to over pranking and joking, and very sweets obsessed. Roommate is work wife.

||: Just waiting for someone to trade Eoin a smartphone with a service plan.

"...Witchbane." He was slightly offended, on both a fae and wizard level of the comment. "Aye, in its own containment in the greenhouse. Daemonsroot is harder to keep, but we grow 'em over the pest graves. You can imagine there're many in there."

"Oh, my darlin' demon. These're good for scrying, creatin' simulacra, or even forming dreams... Powerful stuff... Very powerful. Come and have a look inside." The interior bottom floor of the caravan had a rounder shape than the outside would make one appear. There were seven open levels --

@averageordinary2.bsky.social ||: I'm very curious how a civvie would approach the caravan XD

"The book section is a profitable area of the caravan. What would you seek in exchange?"

"Of course, let me know if y' feel a bit compact." He pulled out a bottle of crystal powder, and his wood made of prismatic petrified wood. "Might need some extra oomph for this one." He blew the crystal in the air, waved his wand, and the powder fell over Blue like fairy dust. She would begin--

"Bonafide, certified, and always at the ready! Have anything yer lookin' for or wish to rid yerself of?"

He lowered his hand to block his kilt. "Understood. Loud and clear." Religious items... He'll never understand the strong sentiment for material things.

"Eh... Sure!" Trade first, discuss it with Belladonna later. "Do y' consent to a minuturization spell on ye for the sake of m' shop?"

"Stored relics? Are they fer tradin'?"

"Mind the requests of shopping etiquette on the door!"

He's seen stranger... And taller. "Oh, eh, musical. Was always trying to make the best instrument by finding the perfect string."