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 Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 10:24 am
It was an unusual pair, to say the least, who were wandering the streets and shops of Cyrus late one afternoon. A tall, thin young lady with long dark hair, accompanied by a short middle-aged woman in what was obviously a maid's attire, the latter mostly concealed by the massive pile of bags and boxes she carried.
The elder of the two huffed under the burden of purchases, and attempted, not for the first time, to put an end to the outing. "Rylan, I think that's quite enough shopping, don't you? You said this morning that you wanted time to prepare some sketches before your meeting."
The well-dressed young woman glanced over her shoulder briefly, "Sophia dear, don't be silly. There's plenty of time still, and I haven't been through this part of town in ages! We'll just go down this one last street though, shall we? Then we'll be on our way."
The packages swayed dangerously as Sophia resisted the urge to grit her teeth. "You said that five streets ago, if you recall."
Rylan waved a hand dismissively, "Nonsense, we haven't been out that long. And careful of that top box if you would, it looks about ready to fall."
In a calculated move to cut off the protest she knew was coming, Rylan glanced around for the nearest shop, and quickly made her way over. "Doesn't this place look charming? We'll just take a quick peek." She barely even took the time to notice the name as she slipped inside. Solace-something, was it?
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 11:02 am
The tiny bell above the entrance rung as the door was opened, the inside lit solely by the afternoon sun. As Rylan and Sophia entered, they would have been promptly greeted by an array of different smells; florals, baked goods, exotics, candies, almost anything one could think of.
Hanging out lazily by the island in the back middle of the store was Ment, an average sized teenager with white and red hair, tinkering with the ends of what seemed to be a mock-witch hat.
Hearing the bell echo as it went off, Ment picked up his head, blinking slightly at the newcommers. "Afternoon," He greeted, smilling a tad at the strangers, "Anything you need help with?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 11:47 am
Upon her first step into the store, Rylan had to pause a moment just to take it all in. The mix of smells was almost overwhelming, but she soon decided that it was a pleasant sort of chaos, and took a few steps toward one of the rows of shelves. Azalea, Clover, Cherry blossom... This was obviously the floral area, and just as she was about to wander further, the greeting from the back of the store drew her attention.
"Oh, good afternoon," she replied automatically, eyes still glued to the rows of bottles ('Lily of the Valley', 'Poppy', 'Sunflower'...), before she seemed to come to a decision in her mind, and turned towards the counter. "Actually, I haven't a clue what I'm looking for," she admitted, "But I couldn't possibly leave such a charming place without taking something with me. Perhaps you'd be willing to help me choose?"
Sophia, on the other hand, had chosen to remain quietly near the door with all Rylan's bags and boxes piled beside her, most likely for fear of breaking any of the delicate vials of oil. Despite her silence, it was obvious she was displeased, and she would alternate between looking at her small pocket watch with a frown, and looking at the odd attire of the teen working the counter with an even deeper frown.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 8:52 am
Ment peaked past Rylan to Sophia who was standing by the door with Rylan's aquired items of the day. He rose an eyebrow for a moment pondering on how he could help one find something they didn't eve know they wanted.
"Maybe something that matches high taste? Or something on the exotic end, even?" Ment suggested, hopping down from where he was seated behind the counter and adjusting his skirt as he made his way over to Rylan. "We have all sorts of things here."
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 9:17 am
Rylan paused in her appraisal of the floral scents to consider Ment's suggestions as the teen approached from behind the counter, barely sparing a glance at the skirt as he adjusted it. It did match the hat nicely, though.
"While I do consider myself a woman of sophisticated taste, I should certainly like to see the exotics first. I do love oddities, they have such character." Smiling brightly, she offered a hand to the teen. "Please, do lead the way."
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2008 4:30 pm
Ment took Rylan's hand gingerly with a smile, and led her straight over to the exotic fregrances table. You could practically smell each and every single scent on the table as you neared it, their own specific and special blend lingering towards one's nostrils almost in a teasing manner.Ment motioned to the table and the selection before Rylan.
"Most are heavy, strong scents, but we have a few that are a little lighter, but equally as decadent as the others," He commented, resting a hand near a pale blue liquid that smelled faintly of salt.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 7:03 pm
"My, there are still quite a few to choose from, aren't there?" Tapping a finger thoughtfully against her lips, she considered the options before her. "As I said, I'm not sure just what it is I'm looking for, so I suppose the only way to go about this is to do some sniffing, wouldn't you say?"
And with that she carefully plucked one of the tiny bottles from the table, the oil a pale yellow-gold. The liquid smelled strongly of spices and musk, and after considering for a moment, she placed the bottle carefully back in its place. Next she chose a deep ruby bottle, and repeated the process. She continued in this seemingly random manner, sometimes putting the bottle back in seconds, sometimes sniffing pensively for several minutes, before her eyes caught a glimpse of the oil resting next to the shopkeeper's hand.
It was a wonder she hadn't noticed it before; the blue stood out like a beacon among the deep reds and golds that dominated the table. Curiosity piqued, she picked it up and rolled it between her palms, watching the little bubbles at the top of the bottle as it moved. "This one's a rather odd color, are you sure it's in the right spot?" Stilling the motion of her hands, she brought the bottle to her face and peered closely at the tiny script on the label. "'Dragon's tears.' I suppose that does sound rather exotic, though somewhat depressing."
At first as she uncorked the bottle it seemed the faint smell of saltwater that lingered around it was all there was to the scent, and she was actually rather disappointed. Still, she took a second whiff, and this time caught the barest hint of something else that she just couldn't place. Like something quietly hiding under the water, just at the edge of your senses.
"...I think this one will do nicely."
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