Prompt - Crafting p2
Today is the day! Mog will finally be able to craft something useful for his friends and he couldn’t be more excited. He cleared his overlarge workbench and went to get the supplies he needed. When he first mentioned his intent to assist the palace and his friends by crafting, they’d all smothered him with gifts, including crafting supplies, which he’d meticulously sorted into crates based on rarity. Hovering over his crafting supplies Mog tallied off the items on his fingers, one comet bulb, two sparkling seawater, and a solar globe. He easily found the first three and buzzed back to his bench to set them down, now for the globe. Mog looked once, twice, and it became clear that he was missing the final ingredient. Unbothered by the set back Mog grabbed his gold pouch and hopped out the door of his small cottage, headed to the market.
Weaving his way through side streets Mog quickly became disoriented, forgetting exactly which direction the market was, and also where HE was at the moment. After a bit of wandering it occurred to Mog that he could simply fly above the buildings to see where exactly he was, and after doing so it became clear that he’d been traveling in the entirely wrong direction for quite some time. With a sigh Mog began bobbing towards the market, now twice as far away. He continued for several minutes before a delicious smell caught his attention. This led to a brief distraction as Mog found the food cart he’d smelled and stopped for several delicious skewers of something, he hadn’t understood the merchant when they said what exactly they were skewers OF but Mog didn’t mind so much as they were quite tasty. After his snack Mog once again flew above the city to reorient himself, and once again he discovers he’d been going in the wrong direction. With a slightly frustrated buzz Mog began to make his way towards the market, this time on foot in the hopes that it would prevent him from wandering off as easily.
After many MANY determined steps Mog finally found the market. There were so many stalls Mog could hardly contain himself. He buzzed excitedly among them, weaving through passersby, trying to remember why exactly he was there. By the time Mog came to a crafting supply seller he’d purchased two trinkets, a second snack, and a gift for Vellum, and he’d nearly flown right past their stall. Thankfully a metallic shimmer caught his attention. Mog flew over, eyes wide, and reached out to touch the shimmering globe. The stall owner clicked their tongue at him “no touching unless buying!!” Mog nodded and began to turn away before recalling that he’d needed…something…maybe the seller would have it. After several minutes of confused chattering, as the shop owner didn’t speak kibble, and several scribbles of what exactly Mog needed, Mog remembered what he was there for. Excitedly Mog gestured at the globe. The stall owner signed, a hand covering their face. A deal was promptly made and Mog happily added the globe to the pile of things he’d purchased that day before heading home.
The sky was dark by the time Mog returned home, where he promptly dumped all of his remaining purchases (the snacks had been eaten quite some time earlier) into an empty crate and collapsed into his hammock. He fell asleep almost instantly.
The next day was spent reorganizing his supplies, which included cleaning everything off his workbench. The day after that Mog had the suspicion that he’d forgotten something, but went about his day unable to recall what exactly it was. Three days later Mog rediscover the solar globe, now he could craft that….what was it…he’d agreed to make again?