Perfumed Nights

She’d had a good chat with Ulric. It was good to meet more Adravendis, and it heartened her to know that Leo had many grandkids out there, more than the few she’d met—alright, the one she’d met, Elizabeth. But the girl had mentioned siblings. Ulric came from a different daughter of Leo. And that daughter still lived. Perhaps they’d meet at some point.

She padded slowly toward the feasting place, an easy grace in her step, and a smile on her features as she passed a few stalls. Most of the trade stalls open were those of the Nomads, including a stall tended by a seamstress. The woman had actually been the one to suggest the silk and cut for Cairo’s dress armor. It had turned out beautifully, and the young man looked absolutely dashing in it.

A flashing grin crossed her features as she thought of how he’d react when he learned what the sigils that pinned the sash and other shoulder stood for. It had been a decision she’d not made lightly, but in her heart and her gut, she knew t was the right one.

She paused at a perfume stand, lit by jars of fireflies and various glowing fungi, grinning at the Nomad as she perused the bottles, carefully sniffing the tiny strips of cloth that had been lightly dabbed with the bottle’s scent and tied around it. Overall, the stall was a glorious explosion of smells that danced and sometimes clashed together on the air.

“I think you’ll like this one, it’s a mix of peppermint and vanilla.”

The snow-faced Nomad smiled at her, nodding to a bottle with a white cloth dyed green. Aurielle smiled, sniffing delicately and nodding. “It definitely would cut down on the effort each year.” A laugh from the Nomad.

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