Farmhouse Glam [Tyrfing]

Dagrún looked up as her brother called to her in a strained voice, saying it hurt so much. What? How did he hurt himself? Must've pulled a muscle or something. Boys! "Hold on a sec. I can get you down. I have claws to remember!" She unsheathed her claws and scrambled agilely up the tree. Once she got to her brother she had to think a minute on how best to get him down. He was bigger than her but she was stubborn and seized the scruff of his neck. She carefully started backing down the tree, clinging to it with three paws while using her fourth to awkwardly try and place her brother's paws to help him down.

Once they hit the ground she shook out her coat. "What happened anyw-" A firefly flew right in front of her face, practically skating up her nose and over her head. She blinked and turned her head to follow its path only to find a strange figure in a dark cloak standing there in front of a table of strange items. Her fur stood on end and she pushed close to Tyrfing. "Tyr… do you see that?"

She cautiously approached the table, trying to tell herself to be brave but she was fearful of what the being was. It offered her a selection of items and she couldn't help but feel like this was right out of one of her mother's stories. She examined the items for a moment before making a decision. "Umm, I'll take an Opaque Sack of mushrooms/crystals, please."