"Moomoo Milk! Come get your Moomoo Milk!" *Ozzy waved his hands towards the passing crowd, he frowned once he realized that no one was taking his offer, sighing to himself as he poked his head into the tent that he was standing nearby* "This isn't working sister, no one is buying the milk I'm selling" *Desdemona was in the tent, her back turned towards her brother, with a purple fabric in her hand, on top of that fabric was a crystal ball that she was using to channel her energy to speak to the ...