( Well, then. It would seem a game was in play, and for all the ache in her limbs, Herian would have to confess herself greatly pleased by the revelation. She has thought of the mystery woman more than once since their parting, and had been— not content, exactly, to accept it as a singular meeting, but readily able to accept it. Intrigue was intoxicating, after all. )

You cast me into a sea of indecision.

( Voice soft, though her own conspiratorial humour is evident enough. At least, she imagines, for one so easily acquainted with her as the other woman was. )

Though I’ve long been partial to florals. Lavender, mayhaps? ( Head canting slightly, Herian allows her a small smile. ) Though I must confess myself new to many of the luxuries and scents of this world. What recommendation would you make to one in need of education in such things?