#caedun

Olivia made trips to Alethea’s Alchemy shop every few days to check on Sophia, if she wasn’t at the Drustvar estate, and Bel’sharia. She would bring items she thought may offer comfort, but mostly she was delivering news. Gathering the shards of Dar’thea’s soulstone and awaiting the final compoment for its restoration left the warlock feeling restless, so when she entered the shop, on this particular day, she looked tired. She had a basket on her arm but didn’t stay long. She left the basket on the counter and wrote a tag in the ink she designed for sightless Illidari before exiting again. She made sure the door was locked and sighed heavily. Without a visit with the ladies who occupied the shop, she felt suddenly exhausted. She waited a few moments at the door, as if hesitating, and then turned to exit the market and make her way back to the gryphon master.

“While I choose buttercream vanilla for my personal scent, my alltime favorite will always be sandalwood. There is something timeless about that scent. What of you, my dear stranger?”

A delightful little hum chimed from pursed blushed lips as the delicate fae elf focused her pale milken hues upon the curious inquirer. Solemn eyes quietly drink in this particular specimen, languid mannerisms bidding silent footfalls to draw her ever-so-close only to leave a respectable distance betwixt the two.

"Frigid. Dreary. Clouded. Ohh.. how I love the rain and the snow weather may bring..." resonated weary words in hushed susurration, spilling from her pillowy lips as dulcet and drawn-out molasses. She only spoke in hymns.

"For this reason, b-but not solely, have I strayed from... my homelands. M-My people..." Hesitancy would hitch the icy breath in her throat, causing for a somnolent gaze to widen with woe. Tears inevitably began to well along the ducts of her eyes before spilling over rosy alabastrine flesh.

"Th-The Sun... has forsaken me.."

Arriving at 1-1 on the double