[ The shop is still open — for now, at least, although its proprietor has expressed a recent desire to perhaps close for the time being until the worst of the war has ended, to prevent looting and other crimes from occurring, but until that day comes Vanessa will come to work as she's asked to, usually posed behind the counter for anyone who happens to walk in off the street, but often working in the back on certain salves and tinctures that are more herbal in nature than profess any magical qualities. Still, her talents in this area more than complement Miss Hanson's abilities to offer certain "love potions" and other natural aphrodisiacs, which tend to sell well around certain times of year even if they're sold with the caveat that their use cannot be forced on another person.
The surroundings of this place are a comfort, calling back to those long days she'd spent on the moor picking plants and herbs for various use; more often than not, she returns to the house on Middlemist Lane with her hands smelling like earth, or of the various scents she tests on herself before making a bigger batch to sell. She's currently sampling an aloe-based salve on the back of her hand before rubbing it between her palms, brought out from the rear of the store by the sound of the bell ringing over the door, and slowly stills to a stop at the sight of long dark hair and an undeniably striking profile.
She no longer wears the mask, but Vanessa recognizes her mystery woman from the masquerade ball in an instant; carefully schooling her expression into one of polite neutrality, she approaches with a soft sound of boot heels clicking against the floor. ]
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The surroundings of this place are a comfort, calling back to those long days she'd spent on the moor picking plants and herbs for various use; more often than not, she returns to the house on Middlemist Lane with her hands smelling like earth, or of the various scents she tests on herself before making a bigger batch to sell. She's currently sampling an aloe-based salve on the back of her hand before rubbing it between her palms, brought out from the rear of the store by the sound of the bell ringing over the door, and slowly stills to a stop at the sight of long dark hair and an undeniably striking profile.
She no longer wears the mask, but Vanessa recognizes her mystery woman from the masquerade ball in an instant; carefully schooling her expression into one of polite neutrality, she approaches with a soft sound of boot heels clicking against the floor. ]
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