Pixie Dust; Thursday [05/29].

[even_bigger_teeth]

If you were looking for help for clothing, accessories, and whatever else was sold here at Pixie Dust, you'd have to get it from a wolf. Well, the wolf might turn back into her human form if you were nice or she liked you enough, but for the most part, Luma was less interested in working today and more interested in finally getting around to attacking those bags that had been following her around all morning and tearing them to shreds.

They'd only come back, fully formed and untorn, moments after they'd been ripped apart, sure, but that just meant it was an endless supply of things to sink her teeth and claws into without even harming anyone. And if Eleanor was right about them disappearing probably by tomorrow, then there wouldn't even be a mess for Boc to clean up later. Really, this was the perfect solution.

Any of the bags, however, marked with someone's name, were left untouched.

Except the one marked GRANDMERE. That one she would delight in destroying over and over and over, until she'd finally exhausted herself enough to hop up on the counter, curl up, and maybe take a nap if the store remained quiet.

Pixie Dust is open!