Chapter Seven
As Adira walked through the door of Magickal Moonbeams, the bell over the door jingling to announce her arrival, the sound of wind chimes floated toward her through the speakers Winnie had perched in the four corners of her store. The tinkling sound brought a smile to Adira’s face and a calmness to her soul as the scent of incense drifted through the air. Winnie always had some soothing music playing, or the sounds of a trickling stream, or even Native American chants. She didn’t mean the noise to be intrusive, but rather, to help bring a peace to her customers as they took their time to browse her wares or get a reading.
Adira had to admit, when Winnie told her she wanted to open the magic shop in Holopaw, which is the town just west of Bull Creek, and just as tiny as a ma
