The shop was quiet, save for music I had set on a low volume so it was specifically playing for me. If customers had wandered in, I would have been able to treat the bell as if I hadn't heard it, and give myself time to finish whatever task I had embarked on. Crafting the delicate knife for the object of Damon's adoration wasn't difficult, but it was incredibly consuming for me. It was not in the details that I found difficulty, but it was in the desire for the arches of each individual design and their perfection that caused me any kind of strife. I wanted the ivory, though pliable and easy to carve, to reflect the care I had exerted in crafting it. I wanted Isolt to find the weapon aesthetically pleasing enough that she chose to utilize it's protection and therefore give my partner some cause for peace of mind. It had occurred to me that his mind may be compromised in its worry over the scarlet haired vixen that was so clearly the object of his worry; enough that I had chosen to rectify what I had perceived as a problem.

The art of working on the weapons so often required the help of my element, my magic. It was essential to craft pieces with metal or minerals from the earth, ensuring that they were prominently powerful and malleable to my tastes. I could create the jewels for the inlays, I could create the hilts from the raw materials sitting on my work bench. But the actual designs? It was the work of art, there, that I found so pleasing because it didn't come from magic. It came from the creativity and artistic ability I had found in myself. The articulate ways the designs and etchings spoke for themselves always had me in awe (okay, maybe of myself but ... I am pretty fantastical at my craft), and coupled with the efficacy of the weaponry? They were beautiful knives, swords, artifacts... A form of art that most didn't consider the way I did.

The chime of the bell attached to the front door hardly aroused my attention over the grimy growl of the saxophone playing on the speakers. I loved the dark sound of old, old jazz or whatever you might call the music, and I had been far more focused on cleaning the edges of the blade of the knife intended for Isolt. When the song ended, though, giving whoever had wandered in sufficient time to browse the shop and ponder whatever they found or ponder the questions that arose, I stood to quietly enter the shop from the opposite end. The lack of music left the shop eerily quiet, but the audible gasp of a woman faced with something atrocious sliced the silence almost as much as my corresponding chuckle when I recognized the hue of the hair cascading down the woman's back. It was difficult not to appreciate the sight of her standing there; the indiscrete following the woman had garnered was easy to comprehend. She had aroused the attention of many individuals at the masquerade, and before? I would easily believe that she had the attention of many men even before she had donned a fantastical dress and attended a ball. But now, the expression of awe and disturbance on her face only encouraged my chuckle. Staring the vampire back with an equally disturbed expression hung a multitude of wooden stakes meant to sear the hearts of the leech-... Okay, okay. Racial slurs aren't tolerable, I'm aware. The stakes were a favorite of many hunters who hadn't graduated to better means, but by the look on the young vampires face, I was sure she wasn't aware of this.

"Unlike you, they don't bite."

The words were wry, the corners of my lips turning up into an amused half-smile. In order to emphasize my statement, I simply raised my gaze from the vampire to the stakes themselves. In my hands, the stakes decomposed into a pile of rotten splinters, proving themselves harmless. It was a very easy little trick that used little magic. They would be incredibly easy to recreate after her departure, but for now? I was far more interested as to how the woman arrived in this shop mere seconds after I had finished the knife intended for her. Curiously, I raised a brow and cocked my head to the side, giving the appearance I was far more harmless than I was generally led to believe I looked.

"...But my assumption is that you didn't wander in here on chance to stare at one of the deadly options hunters enjoy perusing. What can I help you with?"