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A Hidden Gem - Amalthea - 10-03-2020 The building had worn many faces over the years, not all were permanent but many had stuck on and never let go. House, home, shop, workshop, nursery, empty, full. All layering over each other like the rings of a growing tree, compressing down until they were one thing, Meraki Memories. It was an odd looking structure made of stone, wood, daub and wattle. Each piece of wood on the outside seemed to be stained a different hue then sealed with wax to protect it, creating a muted patchwork of colors around what sides of the shop that were not made of stone. Above, the roof had a thin layer of moss and earth growing over it, dotted through in places with strategic clumps of perennial flowers to further add color to the strange building. Everything about it was mismatched but tasteful, ludicrous but welcoming. This little shop hidden away within the twists and turns of the capital. And within? Wooden floors that had seen many a hoof over the years and a wide room, surprisingly much less colorful than the outer skin. Handles branched out from each wall and curled amongst each other in deliberately woven and carved spirals that held the reason for the rest of the room's relative plainness. Shimmering, like oil over dark water. Glittering, like distant stars given form. The room was built to give them the spotlight. On many of the more prominent display hooks and loops hung pieces of jewelry, all uniquely made by the equines who lived there. Necklaces, bangles, cuffs, rings and more. A fair portion of which also had inset gemstones that flashed in the light. This was Amalthea's home where she had spent most of her life, and also where the pale furred unicorn worked. A straw broom was secured in her mouth as she swept the floor with a concentration usually reserved for foxes hunting mice beneath snow. It was important to keep the store clean, especially with her grandfather out buying supplies. She was the only one there to keep any dust at bay! Besides that, who knew when the next customer would walk in. It could be any minute now, and when they did, it would certainly not be to a dirty floor! @Michael