-Dust fell in tiny granules, illuminated by the sunlight streaking in during the sun's zenith outside. The carpets had been laid out, benchwork tidied and ordered, shelves and cabinets stored and brimming with material, silken cloth and speckled periwinkle coloured lace peeking from doors so pregnant with volume.

Standing on her TierNurd bench, sturdy and long, giving her enough space to pace back and forth as she placed her assorted cut-glass vials and varnished bottles a top tiny shelfettes. They were marked in dainty writing, burnt ochre coloured paint, with assorted names and remedies. One bottle sat lone, Betony, for protection against nightmares and despair, stiff and erect at the edge of one shelfette, a worn silver sketched flame, as well-known to those expert in herbal lore would know, as a symbol of its element. Beside it hemlock, meadowsweet, nettle and orris root, each shelf dedicated to different purposes. The topmost shelfette for the least touched herbs, and easily the most potent. Used for the most extravagant of concoctions, bordering on dangerous most times.

Running about she smiled. The store smelt faintly of bergamot and glowering in each corner sticks of Dragons Blood, grey ashen piles sat sullen beneath the tip of the slowly flickering embers.

With hands on her hips she looked about. Everything was perfect-and ready for show! Square sheets hung on the bare wooden walls in assorted locations, in muted reds, a theme she stuck to. It foregoed bad spirits and at the start of a new season of ones life, however superstitious, red brought with its a Certain Luck-a luck that was more a promise than anything.

Hopping down with ease she moved to the cafe style swing-doors and pulled them towards her, latching them and peering up to make sure her sign was mounted correctly. 'Woven Dreams' was etched onto wooden planks in gold ink, which was a rare commodity and a trinket she cherished from Wielyn, all those months ago.

Turning she pinned her pale tresses back with two wooden, smoothed sticks, clasping it in a knot at the back of her head, stray strands trickling to the small of her back. She glanced out the window, claret-red lips pursed in a grin, the pools of her eyes glimmering excitedly still. She looked down and brushed her hands across her brocaded, burgundy gown, lined in silk along the chest and bottom where the gown brushed the floor in gossamer whispers. She indeed kept to her belief that in everyway she could, she would make Life art!

Hurriedly she moved to her TierNurd bench, and started collecting all stray pins and pressing them firmly into the purple velvet cushion awaiting her..-

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Awakening the next morning she readied herself for first day of business, and set off down the spiral staircase to the humble foyer, set with a range of plants from Wielyn, and wild flowers she had collected in Rhydin. She pushed through the doors into the wide space of her store, sunlight billowing against the front of the building, weaving its way through the front window, unabashedly throwing grey white across the now waxed floorboards(after a late-night spring clean), dousing her feet in light as she gingerly moved about.

Stopping a moment she smirked, catching her reflection in the standing, wrought-framed mirror against the far back wall she had supplied for customers to try on their mended and custom garbs. Looking at herself she couldn't contain her laughter. Not because of the flowing, sheeny pearl gown she wore, and took pride in as it was one of her finer pieces, but at sight of that smirk and reddened cheeks! The night before had been unexpected, and while she would take such moments with the hugest grain of salt she could muster, she definitely felt 'He' was perhaps part of what drew her to Rhydin in the first place. The kiss had happened in haste, and given her such a rush her cheeks flushed even now. She recalled the melancholy green-gaze that betrayed his smile, the fierce-awareness in those depths that entranced her; that comprehension of something she had only felt tendrils of yet. And then, there was that smile...



Turning away from the image of the giddy-woman in the mirror she admonished herself inside, and got to work tidying up stray cut cloth beneath her work bench, still collecting pins and clearing the ash from the smouldering Dragons Blood settled in each corner of the store.

Looking to the doorway she arched a pale brow, lips parted as though to speak, as she heard scratching at the entrance of her store..-





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