In a world where everything seems perfectly logical and pragmatic. The thought of anything existing outside of the realm of what one already knows seems impractical.
That is how Melinda Morrison sees life.
The very life where she has shared nearly e...
The curation of old and new creates a brew of memories and lineages.
"Is this it?" I asked, my voice filled with anticipation.
"Yes!" Lavania exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as they fell upon the familiar sight. "Just as it was before... my shop!"
"The Silver Moon Apothecary," Soril read aloud, tracing the delicate lettering etched into the beautifully crafted sign in Köy script for all passersby to see.
Just as Lavania had said, the shop looked exactly as it had the last time we saw it before we departed from Loscye. Countless memories flooded back—mostly of me dragging Tahmina out of there after she spent hours brewing potions and meticulously preparing remedies for her clients. She'd always been so dedicated to her craft, often losing herself in the delicate art of alchemy.
It was a quaint shop back then, unassuming in its decor, constantly competing with larger, more established names in the city. Yet Mina's skill was unmatched, and word of her expertise spread like wildfire. Before long, customers from all corners of Loscye and beyond sought her out, preferring her small apothecary to the grander competitors. As her reputation grew, so did the shop, expanding into the space we now stood before.
The exterior was even more beautiful than I remembered. Intricate carvings of divine healing symbols and floral motifs adorned the walls, reflecting the rich biodiversity of Loscye. The building itself was crafted from gleaming lilac limestone, giving it a soft, ethereal glow beneath the sunlight. The embedded luminescent crystals along the walls would come alive at night, casting a gentle, welcoming light—perfect for late-night visitors seeking relief.
The entrance was nothing short of grand. Two towering silver columns flanked the arched doorway, which bore the name of the establishment, softly glowing with an enchantment that pulsed with magic. Surrounding the apothecary was a lush garden filled with medicinal herbs and magical plants, their vibrant colors and delicate fragrances beckoning anyone who passed. A cobblestone path wound through the greenery, guiding us toward the entrance with an air of serene elegance.
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Lavania's gaze swept over the apothecary's façade. "Taking the time to look at it now... it could use a bit of renovation," She muttered to herself, already half-lost in thought as she stepped forward, her attention drawn to the shop like a magnet.
We followed her in, our curiosity piqued as we crossed the threshold. Inside, the apothecary's interior had evolved slightly, offering a more modern and polished atmosphere. The scent of herbs, incense, and fresh flowers mingled with the soft strains of music playing in the background, creating an immediate sense of calm. The floors were polished wood, reflecting the flicker of candlelight from strategically placed lanterns, and vases filled with seasonal blooms adorned various surfaces.
The reception area was as inviting as it was elegant. A beautifully carved wooden desk with silver accents sat at the center of the room, and comfortable seating was arranged for waiting visitors. It was clear that, despite the expansion, the apothecary had retained its warmth and personal touch.
