@venomstained / / starter call.
There’s an obvious twitch in her nose as she takes a few, small sniffs of the shop. Plants -- ( How long had it been since she smelled some of them ? ) -- and their scents catch her heightened senses more than she’d enjoy, but the way these plants make her recall old, decayed memories puts her on edge.
“ Where did you get these ? ” Her voice has an unintentional, accusatory tone to it - social skills still clumsy.
Then, quite suddenly, her attention is grabbed because of a magical charm resting neatly on one of the shelves. Unconsciously, she shuffles away from it, genuinely miffed that such a thing is even within her eyesight.
“ Where did you get that ? ”










