The keeper’s genuine elation at having received his nameday gift warmed the Aura, though she dare not show it. A polite smile appeared on Fel’s lips as she watched Albi’to examine the vials, seemingly speaking more to himself than to her.
“You’re most welcome, Albi’to. I know you will make the greatest of culinarian masterpieces and hope that these will aid you in doing so.”
The aura wouldn’t consider the many trades she had made to procure the dried herbs a difficult task, but it had most definitely been a lengthy one. Rare as they were, the quality of which she sought narrowed her options quite thoroughly. How she had heard it was his nameday, however, were from little sparrows involved in trade and adventuring alike.
She hesitated at the keeper’s invitation, her instinct to distance any personal relations to, at nearest, a yalm.
“Ah.. I apologize, but I probably should be getting back to work. My trades for the day are complete, but I have yet to finish my alchemy potion quota of the day, and it is getting quite late,” she noted as she glanced at the position of the sun in the sky. “Though your invitation is most generous, Albi’to.”