Her fingers rotated the intricate broach in her other hand with care, eyes flicking over the small details caved into the strange white material. It was unlike anything her mother owned, and Asgi had a birthday coming up... what do you get the mother who has everything she could possibly want? And by everything of course that means Yejide's father. Two people were no closer bound by that red string of fate than James and Asgi were. Yejide's voice slipped with ease, her eyes never leaving the carved details or the red stone that reflected light in such a way it appeared to be liquid beneath it's hard and glossy surface. "What is this white material made out of? I've never seen anything like it before." The shop owner of course smirked, a man of different blood, some sort of creature that was hiding his true form beneath a librarian façade with dark rimmed glasses, an ugly Christmas style sweater, and rolled up khakis.

"That, my dear, would be bone." Yejide's breath stilled, "oh." She didn't see the satisfaction on his face as he wanted to seek that fear and disgust from her, but she had her own surprises. Her lips split into a dazzling grin, those strange eyes of her's locked with his own dark ones, "It's perfect!" Both her hands now cupping the broach with such tenderness, looking back down at the intricate piece she beamed, "mother will adore this." While she was distracted in her own little world she did not see the defeat or dissatisfaction in the creature's face as it fell into one of slight discomfort and annoyance, "... yes, I'm sure mother will... would you like me to ring that up?" Yejide's hands placed the broach back into his own waiting hand, "please." It was not a question, she was not a woman who hid behind such uncertainty any longer.

As the man rang her up and wrapped the broach up in tissue paper, securing it with a braided string- as was custom of his shop, Yejide opened her own senses to the rest of the shop. She knew there were a few other bodies here, it was a popular shop for those who indulged in the occulat and the strange. It carried old volumes of books, many written in languages no longer spoken, skeletons of small creatures whose dried anatomy could be crushed for potions or used to decorate homes with a more macab styling. And of course in glass display cabinets there were antiques and pieces of many different origins. Yejide had almost asked to see a hanging wind chime that looked as if it were made of amethyst but that broach had caught her eye instead.

She must have looked like a kid in a candy shop, but so much of this store reminded her of her mother's study, it brought her back to Meronia and sitting on the rug by the fireplace assisting with young Ezra. Musty books, incense, the smell of burning wood and the thick, musky perfume that her mother always adorned onto her sleek skin. She could always identify the smell of her mother; amber, wood, and something so dark and lustful it made men tremble in her wake and her father take her mother in his arms and press them together so closely Yejide was sure they could actually fuse themselves together. Asgi was so much that Yejide could never be, but Asgi had taught the star girl how to be a devoted mother. And she was.

A coughing noise brought Yejide's head back up, her hand resting delicately on the display case closest to the many bookshelves that hid a few customers like herself. Before her stood the shop owner, awkwardly pushing the item into her free hand. "Here." A small quirk of her lips, a sort of satisfaction on her face as Yejide nodded her head politely, "thank you." He hadn't known her for her true form. The charm her mother had gifted to her was working, hiding the shine her body radiated all on it's own. He could sense the difference in her, knew she was something. Not many mortal people stumbled across these shops, many didn't take well to the odds and ends that decorated it's shelves and cases.

Opening one flap of her coat Yejide placed the packaged broach in the inside pocket so it would lie against her breast. She wanted it close to her, not jammed into her pockets or into the small bag that hung off her shoulder. Satisfied she gave the shop owner a smile, just a pleased one, before turning on her heel and walking out of the door- the chimes ringing behind her as she stepped into the night air. With her hands in her pockets Yejide strode down the city sidewalk, her moves light and avoiding of the other people. She was tired of this cold. Tired of the dampness that clung onto the air and showed her breath with every lip movement.

As she walked a few blocks away from the stores, the noise started to settle and she could hear the sound of her shoes on the pavement, the shuffling of trash skidding across the street being pushed by the wind, and the muffled noise of city bars. Unlike many of the other fae she was a nocturnal creatures, all the star fae were, and although she could adjust her sleep schedule with much effort and enjoy the sunlight as well there was something so comforting about the night. It was an old friend reaching it's hand out to her, helping her communicate with her sisters, her daughter, the guardians. It wasn't as comforting as home, a home she one day hoped to show her daughter- but it wasn't her time to experience Earth just yet. So much of Yejide's own innocence was in her daughter, in the way she laughed and smiled and talked. In the way she gestured with her hands and told stories, she was all Yejide had been as a child.

Walking past a small park square Yejide turned up a small set of steps before opening the oak door. The street she had come off of had been deserted, so empty and quiet. But to those like herself there was no denying the magic in the air, the thickness and the denial that sent mortals walking away. A shape-shifting bartender had told her about this place when she had just moved into the area, and although Yejide was living in a small house towards the suburbs there was something so enticing about a gathering place for those who were different she couldn't help but come into the city a few times to be with others like her. It was a quiet place, music that had gone unheard for centuries playing on one side of the bar, the entire place laden in wood and iron. Carved so beautifully, beams seemed to hold protective spells, it was a place for piece.

There were quiet a few beings inside already, a good number of fae, a few vampires, some shifters and only one werewolf. This was not a place to be at war, this was not a place for fighting or causing fear. Maybe that's why she liked it so much. Peace. Something Yejide hadn't had much of since she had come back to Earth but so far this city and the surrounding town were proving to be safe. Maybe with time she wouldn't have to hide so carefully. Recognizing one of her favorite barmaids Yejide light footed caught up to her and trailed a few fingers gently up her back before lightly kissing her cheek. "How are you tonight?" The shifter smiled, giving Yejide a half hug, "oh good! It's been a light night but can't complain too much, right?" Her laughter was sweet as the two women walked together further into the bar, Yejide loved this contact with someone else. Truly she missed her siblings who she was almost too close too for many outsiders tastes, but touching was one of those things that made her feel real.

Per usual Yejide chose a table not too far from the fireplace in the room, sitting her back was on an angle and facing the wall, she wanted to be able to observe the room. "Thank you," her voice was slightly breathy as the cold still clung to her. Shedding the coat she carefully draped it over the chair, making sure her mother's broach wouldn't fall out. The shifter winked at her, "just the usual than?" Nodding Yejide ran her fingers through her dark hair, pushing it away from her face. It was something she would never get used to. As the shifter walked away Yejide pulled at the collar of her shirt and pushed up the sleeves of her sweater slightly. She loved this spot for it's warmth but also for it's openness.

In less than five minutes a porcelain tea cup and saucer were dropped off as well as a hot herbal tea. Saying her thanks Yejide poured the tea into the cup, watching as one of the wiccans in the back must have put a small spell on the herb at the bottom of her cup. It bloomed with reds, yellows, pinks, and oranges before settling into a beautiful sunset color. A relaxed sigh left her lips as she took her first sip before setting the cup down, rummaging in her purse for only a moment to extract a letter she hadn't finished reading from her daughter, so with eyes scanning the looping script and her hand reaching for her cup of tea on occasion perhaps Yejide looked to be the most at ease creature here- too bad that brilliant shine of hers was hiding. That shine that would have shown how very pleased she really was, it was a moment she wouldn't easily give up.