Sylvia had narrowly escaped Llew as impromptu companion on her journey into town. Only when she gave the impression that the visit with her friend was of a more private conference was the gentleman persuaded to remain at Yearling Brook. Llew did not seem inclined to submit to her encouragement that he tour the city on his own or in Ewan's company.
That was a matter to be handled another day. This day she rode through the streets and on her way to Elessaria's Heart Notes Parfumerie. While the day was cold, at least it had some sunlight to it, and it made the glass of store fronts sparkle their wares, showing them well.
When the shop came into view just a little before midday, Sylvia bent down over the neck of the horse to get a better view inside. A livery was a few blocks back, so she turned about to house her mount there. It was a smaller establishment, as it seemed fewer were using the four legged beasts as transportation these days. Still, it was clean and well tended, and Sylvia was comfortable in settling the animal there for her brief excursion.
With the small basket containing the luncheon items on her arm, she returned down the street to enter the shop. There was a customer being tended by Elessaria, and Sylvia did not interrupt, but stepped to the side to look over the establishment. Its creme, crystal, and gold tones had such a delicate richness that did not detract from the hint of frangrances that danced upon the air.
The basket with its small sandwiches, a few cheeses, two apples, and one bottle of an Yransea liquor known as grydda made from grapes and herbs, was set upon the floor near her feet as she looked over the candles for sale. She did not look to be in any sort of a rush, and just smiled a greeting to let Elessaria know she was there.
That was a matter to be handled another day. This day she rode through the streets and on her way to Elessaria's Heart Notes Parfumerie. While the day was cold, at least it had some sunlight to it, and it made the glass of store fronts sparkle their wares, showing them well.
When the shop came into view just a little before midday, Sylvia bent down over the neck of the horse to get a better view inside. A livery was a few blocks back, so she turned about to house her mount there. It was a smaller establishment, as it seemed fewer were using the four legged beasts as transportation these days. Still, it was clean and well tended, and Sylvia was comfortable in settling the animal there for her brief excursion.
With the small basket containing the luncheon items on her arm, she returned down the street to enter the shop. There was a customer being tended by Elessaria, and Sylvia did not interrupt, but stepped to the side to look over the establishment. Its creme, crystal, and gold tones had such a delicate richness that did not detract from the hint of frangrances that danced upon the air.
The basket with its small sandwiches, a few cheeses, two apples, and one bottle of an Yransea liquor known as grydda made from grapes and herbs, was set upon the floor near her feet as she looked over the candles for sale. She did not look to be in any sort of a rush, and just smiled a greeting to let Elessaria know she was there.