#auri.01

Shenuvun is not one for artificial scents, or mortal mixes, not really. Most of the time, she mixes her own scents taken from what she has grown; but curiosity is her master and she follows when it beckons. Plenty of the customers at Bacchus had rained praises for Knight’s Nectar, and she had wanted to check it out for herself. Maybe buy a thing or two, if they were truly as splendid as people said. Of course, her curiosity for the shop itself goes flying out the window when she notices who is manning the counter. Aurelién isn’t someone she expects to see outside of Avalon, much less in a mortal-owned shop of all places. 

But then again, does she remember the last time she had seen the young elve? 

For the life of her, she cannot, but it must have been far longer than the eight years. And just like that, her curiosity switches tracks and she makes a beeline for the counter, just briefly glancing at the wares as she goes. 

“Aurelién,” she greets warmly. “I didn’t expect to see you here, but as always, it is a delight. How have you been?”