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The temperature of the back warehouse was scorching. Different pieces if furniture and décor were stacked in a multitude of piles along the walls, waiting to be touched up and displayed in the showroom to be put on sale. In the center of the warehouse stood a row of three work tables. Above one of the tables hung a metal contraption that held minerals that were being molded by a flame expelled from a pair of olive skinned hands. Holland worked her callous, but feminine instruments in such an intimate manner as she sculpted the glass table top, with the wild dancing flames contorting the material at it's end. She was an artist with passion in her gift of manipulating the element of fire, because it was one of the very few things she had complete control in. The untamed flames were always obedient to every hand gesture and command.

Lost in her creation, Holland was oblivious to her father, Edward, who was cursing and making a scene as he walked through the warehouse door from the showroom, waving his hands up and down with one clasping the other. "Bloody hell, Holland Louise; you have been at this for hours! I think that it is time to finish and close up shop. The bloody knob is just about to melt off the door."
Holland paid no mind to her father, for she was in another world that was torched with colors of different shades of blue. Edward shook his head and huffed, "My God, Daughter." Holland slowly retracted her hands from the her work and the flames extinguished. She turned to her father and tilted her soot covered face, confused at the aggravated stare her father shot at her. Her dark chocolate colored hair that was knotted in a messy bun shifted with the tilt of her perfectly sculpted head.
"You need to be more cognizant of your surroundings; we have been over this, Holland," her father scolded.
He turned and started back to the door as he instructed, "Wrap it up in here and make sure you lock up the shop behind me. See you at home and for Christ's sake, be vigilant!"
Holland obediently nodded and gave an apologetic smile. Edward then grabbed the knob once again and let out a loud, painful shout followed by a few choice words, grasped his already blistered hand and flashed a scolding glare at his daughter, then barged out of the warehouse.

Holland's slight smile broadened as her dad stormed out. She shook her head shamefully and let out a quiet chuckle once she heard the bell over the store door ring as her father exited the building., She was amused at the fact that her father hadn't learned his lesson about opening to door to the warehouse bare-handed. He always seemed to forget to put on the oven mitt that Holland's mother hung right on the side of the door frame. Returning her gaze to her glasswork, Holland tilted her head as her golden orbs outlined in a purple ring reviewed the cooling material from behind plastic work goggles. "Perfect," she quietly confirmed.

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"Tell me again what I'm looking for?" The young man asked into his phone, held up near his face, but not anywhere near his ear. His sensitive hearing didn't mix well with electronics and Anemone was a particularly annoyed mood so he didn't trust her to not get shrill with him.

"You're hopeless, it's a small shop no far from you, if you're by the city park, maps says it's on a corner," Anemone's soft voice spoke out loud. She went on to list the street names and name of the store before the young man made a noise of victory. "Aha! Found it!"

"Is it open? Store hours aren't listed on this stupid enterweb." The young man laughed out loud as he opened the door to the shop, but only after confirming the open sign was indeed turned to 'open.'

"It's the internet, Anemone, I thought your generation was known for being all techy," the dark haired man said as he walked through the door. He tugged at the collar of his white short-sleeved button down when he stepped into the cool, forgiving atmosphere of a climate controlled room. He already hated this city with its heat and humidity and noise. He'd long ago unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and it had did little to combat the heat. He took his fedora off and ran a hand through his sweaty, curly dark locks, wincing at the dampness. He made a disgusted face as he carefully wiped his hand on his rugged dark wash skinny jeans. They were ripped about his knees, but in a subtle way that hinted at the rips being there for some other reason than a fashion statement. He looked around before deciding to browse through the furniture on the floor absentmindedly. "Jeez, this stuff is old." He peered at piece of large wardrobe, "what am I looking for again?" He flipped a price tag around to peer at it and nearly bruised his jaw at the large figure written on it.

"Holy moly, have you looked at these prices, Nem?!"

"Don't be rude, Nikolus. I know that's particularly hard for you. They're refurbished antiques, so of course they are going to be expensive. I thought gay guys were supposed to have a good sense of fashion and taste in decor...and don't call me that!" Nickolus snorted as he dropped the price tag, looking up around the store. "Now who's being rude. You're stereotyping. And you let Liam call you that."

"Of course I'm going to let him call me that, it's Uncle Liam."

"Betrayal" Nikolus faked being stabbed through the heart, grasping his shirt over his heart and faking a swoon.

Anemone sighed audibly over the speaker. "You're worthless. Look, I'll send the picture to you over the phone. Uncle Liam asked me to tend to Natalia, otherwise I would have gone myself. I hate trusting you with anything important."

Nikolus winced, no faking this time, but laughed, quickly playing it off. He tapped his claws on his phone as he hung up, waiting for the before-mentioned text to come through.  He rolled his shoulders uncomfortably, hating his need to disguise himself in this two legged form.  He wasn't as adverse to it as most of his archaic, old-fashioned kind were, but he definitely felt more at home in his dragon form.  Normally if he was stuck in his human form, he let his wings manifest, but his wings were rather...okay so they were absurdly large and bound to draw a lot of looks in the city.  His pointed elvish ears got him enough looks as well as his rugged handsomeness.  Nikolus scrubbed at the stubble over his chin and jaw line with a groan.  Anemone was so difficult to work with sometimes!

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Glowing eyes danced along the busy walls of the warehouse while the freshly molded glass hung cooling from the contraption that dangled above the work table. Holland was in search of a wooden frame that would border the mirror just perfect to complete the piece of decor. When it came to putting things together to create a masterpiece of beauty and character with a story behind it, Holland was the one fit for the job. The young avian took pride in her work, while at the same time, humbled herself with modesty. One could almost compare her to a bird building the perfect nest with every single straw and stick assigned to a specific place.

Struggling to come across the frame that was clearly pictured in her mind, Holland's search was interrupted by the doorbell that rang from the showroom. A full dark eyebrow raised as she thought, 'What did Dad forget this time?' and then both of her eyes widened as she quickly came to realize that she forgot to turn the store sign to closed and lock the door to the outside world. Her thoughts continued, 'Dad is surely going to get on me about this one.'

Holland's face was full of soot, except for the area around her eyes and nose, where her work goggles had been suctioned to her skin. Not having time to get herself together, Holland started towards the door that led into the front of the store in her navy flammable overalls, which were unnecessary for her to wear as far as protection goes; although, the excessive clothing did prevent her from getting debris from her work all over the rest of her body. It kept for cleaner working conditions. The long sleeves of her coveralls were rolled up to right below her elbows and the front was unbuttoned, revealing the grey wife beater she wore underneath. Also covered in soot, her hands and arms appeared to be a shade of brownish-grey matching her ash and soot covered face. The ash color brought out the abnormal gold in her eyes and the purple ring stood out like a cactus in the snow.

Expecting to greet a disapproving glare upon the face of her father, Holland slowly opened the door to the show room, "I'm sorry, I got caught up in my..."
Her words trickled off and the apologetic expression that consumed her face quickly shifted to a blank stare as she looked up to find a handsome young man checking price tags and commenting on a price that appeared to be out of his budget. Holland was quickly able to take in much of the man's appearance thanks to the abilities of her inner bird senses. She could hear his conversation with a female over his cellular device, which wasn't exceptionally hard due to the phone being on speaker mode. The man was nice looking in a strange way. He appeared different than other men that Holland had come across very seldom before. Although, the few men that she did know were not human and had all different physical features; so it was hard for her to decide whether or not this one was human or not. Holland did spend much of her time studying others, living vicariously through them and their actions that she dare not attempt. She would have never come to the conclusion that the guy was gay due to the lack of a 'gay-dar', although he did appear to have an exquisite taste in fashion.

Respectfully, Holland managed a quick smile to the man, who apparently went by the name Nikolus according to the aggravated voice coming through the speaker on the phone. She calmly walked over to the man as he hung up the phone, and quickly recognized the uncomfortable feeling that the customer was letting off. The feeling made Holland uncomfortable on the inside and she made sure that she shielded the worried, uneasy feeling from her facial expression. 'Why is he is so agitated? Why did I not clean myself up?' Different thoughts flooded through her mind as her phoenix training tried to stay on top of the curiosity that was trying to break free from the restraint that Holland was well taught to manage. 'It could be agitation from the unhappy woman that he was conversing with.'

Politely Holland spoke still softly smiling, "Hello there, I am so sorry sir; we are actually closed right now, but I failed to change the sign. As she turned and walked toward the entrance to the store, she continued, "However, I do not mind letting you finish your shopping since you are already here and the store was open." Holland turned the sign to portray that the store was closed to the public eye and then turned back to the man, forcing a closed mouth smile. "Almost everything on show is negotiable. Is there anything particular you are looking for?"

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