Aomi

Aomi Wuduweard

Shiny things lead to treasure - whether they're the coin hidden under an abandoned wrapper or a glint in the sand. Whatever caught her eye became something valuable. Those who didn't know her would scoff and say her wares were junk. Perhaps they were. It wasn't the item that was valuable. It was the legend.

Every item in her shop was accompanied by a legend. She'd weave stories and imbue everything she touched with whimsy. From stories about mad kings to wish-granting spirits - from the gods to the common man... Whether they were outlandish or not, her wares became a legend of their own right. Paperclips to peridot. The sales of her items flourished, and so too did her business.

One night, as she sat polishing a rather ugly vase with a diamond lip, she heard the sounds of footsteps. Curious, she stepped outside only to be met with a rather gorgeous woman teetering precariously on the edge of her building. She shouted at her, demanding she get down from there, and if she did, she'd be given her choice of anything in the shop. The mysterious woman agreed, and chose Aomi.