TITLE: The Mythmakers
GENRE: YA Contemporary Fantasy
Isa concentrated on the two boxes inside the glass-topped showcase, both the size of her palm and decorated with ravens and a four-peaked castle. The plastic hangtags read: handcrafted in Scotland.
“Choose one.” The Ren faire merchant shoved up his doublet’s billowing sleeves, then took the boxes out.
Isa glanced past the display of battle axes and Viking costumes to the curtained dressing room at the rear of the vendor’s tent. “It’s for her,” she whispered so her friend, Poppy, wouldn’t hear. “How much are they?”
He set the boxes on the counter, covering them with his hands like a magician preparing to make them disappear. “You’re the storytellers, aren’t you?” he asked.
Uncertain how this related to the price of the boxes, Isa only nodded.
“This morning, I caught your first show. Lady or the Tiger, that was the tale, wasn’t it?”
Isa nodded again. “I could give you twenty down and pick it up on Wednesday.”
The merchant fluttered his fingers dismissively. “Your show made my day. They should be seventy-five, but you can have either box for fifty.” His eyes narrowed until they disappeared into the shadows of his bar-pierced brows. “Just know this, the value isn’t the box itself, it’s what’s inside. And each contains something different.”
With a rustle of canvas, the dressing room curtain opened and Poppy sashayed out, her long skirt swishing, a spangled bra-top and a purple bustier draped over her arm.