The Little Mornings

She grinned slightly at the snort Lia gave. A chuckle left her as Lia remarked that she was apparently clueless. “It took my husband laying out his feelings in front of me to realize he loved me, and that I felt the same. Cluelessness comes in all of us, I think. My parents did all they could to make sure I wasn’t as oblivious as my Da.” She snickered, “It only worked to a point.”

At Lia’s question, a mischievous grin flashed on her features as she remarked, “I thought you’d never ask.” Her paw nudged the vials of oil. “These are scented oils; perfumes. There are several scents to choose from. I personally find I like Peppermint and Vanilla. They’re soothing and not overpowering to the nose, but they mask the scent enough so the first thing someone might smell is the perfume and not you. The Nomads make them and we trade for them in turn.”

Ayodele picked up each vial, opening it carefully and letting the young woman take a sniff of each scent. There were Vanilla, Lavender, Rosemary, Jasmine, Rose, Lilac, Peppermint, Applemint, and several woodsy scents that brought to mind the evergreen forests of cedar, juniper, fir, pine.

“Are there any that stand out to you?” Her voice was curious, interested to see what drew Lia most.

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