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Xanadu Weyr - Petals and Pots Garden Shop

Upon entering this rustic shop, the smell of flowers is the first thing that one notices as well as the subtle musty scent of fertilizer. Selling everything for your garden needs from flowers and plants to pots and tools, the whole shop is lined with shelving filled with various things, arranged neatly by type. On the back wall trowels, rakes, shovels and clippers hang from nails, while underneath them clay pots, glass vases and bowls are stacked on the floor. In the middle of the shop is a small table that is filled with tiny glass perfume bottles with glass stoppers, each bearing a label that reads, 'Handcrafted Parfum' and an Iernian seal. These contain different fragrances, depending on the shape of the bottle. A variety of hanging baskets dangle from the ceiling, tumbles of lush vibrant flowers or vine-type plants trailing from them with price tags on the pots.

A sign can be seen near the entrance that simply states "Woo your significant other, send a hint to your brother or say hello to your mother with a surprise delivery!"


Having entered the shop, fully with the intention of getting a new gardening trough, the young healer apprentice was easily distracted by the scented bottles on the other side of the shop. Kera is drifting about the tables slowly, occassionally stopping and plucking up one of the dainty glass bottles of perfume, and sniffing. Grinning brightly, she continues drifting from bottle to bottle.

Mur'dah pokes his head into the shop, his hair disheveled and his winter coat buttoned up to his chin. He should be wearing a hat. But he isn't. "Hey," he says when he spots someone-he-doesn't-know. "Have you seen my sister?" Because clearly she would know who that is, and what she looks like, and if she was here. "She kind of looks like me." Big help. And a big grin to go with it.

Kera peeks up from her inspection of the perfumes, closing the bottle up firmly before setting it back in place and peering over to the voice. A quick glance behind her and back before giving a hint of a shrug. "I don't know, perhaps?" Not that she would know one person from the next yet in most cases. "I'm newly posted within the last couple seven-days, so can't really say I've seen many people yet. I'm Kera, apprentice from the Healer hall." Taking in the young man's appearance, she grins with an amused shake of her head. "Weyrling yes? I have met a couple of Weyrlings so far. Soriana, and.. OH, what was.. I think his name was Ka'el." The cheery apprentice simple smiles and shrugs, not really completely sure.

Mur'dah steps further into the shop and tugs on his knot, nodding absently before he rolls his eyes. "Why does Ka'el get to meet all the cute girls first?" he asks, apparently to no one. Maybe his dragon, though it's certainly loud enough for Kera to hear. "Kera. Well met. I'm Mur'dah, brown Kalsuoth's Weyrling, still, but not for much longer." Another grin. Glancing at the perfumes, his nose wrinkles a bit. "You're not thinking of getting one of those, are you?"

Kera glances back towards the bottles, "Well met Mur'dah. " chuckling at the expression on the weyrling's face "I am." Looking back over the bottles, she plucks up a new one and jiggles the stopper loose. "Need something to mask the odors of disinfectants, numbweed salves and too many other scents around the infirmary." Peerin around the shop a few seconds, "So what does your sister look like? And a name as well? That way if I come across someone likely to be here…." She trails off, as she turns her gaze back to Mur'dah.

Mur'dah shrugs, "She…looks like me. Sort of. Green eyes. Brownrider…" What does his sister look like? He's spent most of his life around her and yet can't seem to put her into words. "Marel. And I don't think you should get any of that stuff," he says, dropping his voice so the shop owner won't hear and chase him off. Again. "Girls should smell like…girls. Not flowers."

Kera grins and looks the weyrling over after his description of his sister. "So, a dark haired, green-eyed dragonrider in a Weyr." Considering that a moment, she nods "Should be a somple enough task, doncha think?" Holding her grin as her gaze slips back to the mentioned bottles. One brow arches at the Mur'dah thinks girls should smell and she can't help but start chuckling. "Well, that may be, but most girls don't have to empty buckets 'used' in one form or another, or change a sick patient's sheets. Just to name acouple of things."

Mur'dah snorts, grinning crookedly and rolling his eyes a little bit as he meanders closer, but not so close as to get a good sniff of those bottles. "Very simple, I'd think." His nose wrinkles at the description of some of her duties, and he shakes his head. "Can't you just take a bath? Or go for a swim? Smell…like the ocean? That's a good smell and one they've never managed to capture in a bottle."

Kera considers the offered options with an agreeable nod. "Yes, I could, and do when my duties are over. But what about in the meantime, hmm? What about the candle-marks I spend all day tending to my duties, some being rather odorous, don't I deserve to smell something other than the things I mentioned just a moment ago? All day long? Or night depending on when the times I've night duty."

Mur'dah glances at the bottles again with a frown, as if they personally offend him. "So…this is for you to smell? You're not getting this to wear on dates and stuff?"

Kera blinks between the bottles and Mur'dah, who's becoming more entertaining by the minute. "Dates?!" She can't help but laugh rather enthusiastically over that one, shaking her head. "Shards no! I've way too much studying to do. And I think the Hall frowns on its apprentices dating." Giving a little shrug, Kera tilts her head a bit. "You seem to have a real dislike for perfume. There has to be an interesting story behind that."

Mur'dah chuckles, but he looks a bit confused at her reaction. "Why couldn't you date? Nothing /serious/, but…I dunno. Guess I just figure every cute girl goes out on dates." Looking at the bottles he shrugs. "Not really. I just don't like smelling it on a girl. In a crowd, it just…stands out in a negative way. Then I can't stop thinking about what smells they're hiding, and it's just a total turn off. That and my grandmother wears perfume. Nothing real strong, but…I don't like smelling it."

Kera watches the Weyrling a few long seconds, realizing he's serious, she huffs just a bit with a slightly annoyed shake of her head. "Is that your way of saying I smell like your grandmother Weyrling Mur'dah?" Her gaze slips towards some of the bottles, her fingers plucking one from the shelf. She works the stopper loose and sniffs the scent. "Mmm. Just a hint of mint. I wonder how many marks this will cost me." The apprentice smirks towards Mur'dah, a sly and mischievous expression on her face as she lifts the dainty bottle to her nose and sniffs once more. "Do you like mint Weyrling Mur'dah?"

Mur'dah blinks a bit, startled. "What? No! But I don't /want/ you to smell like my grandmother. I would never say that to a girl, that's just mean." And that sly and mischevious expression…he's seen that before. Not on her, but on his sister. It does not bode well for him. "Mint? Well…yeah, I guess…?"

Kera dabs just a little of the perfume on for now. Eyeing the bottle almost sadly, she nods to Mur'dah. "That's good then." With a nearly wicked grin, she quickly douses the minty-floral perfume over the weyrling, trying to get his jacket and head both, but she probably misses and waste all that perfume. "Now you can smell like a minty weyrling." Nodding at her finished task, she stoppers the bottle again and starts off to pay for her purchase. A nearly empty bottle with a few drops of perfume left.

Mur'dah is doused with perfume from head to toe, hands flying to his face and barely managing to protect his eyes. "What was /that?!/" he splutters, shaking himself and likely sending droplets of the aeromatic liquid back over her. "Why did you do that?" He inhales and then coughs, burying his face into his sleeve. Which is a mistake because /that/ smells like perfume too. "This is my graduation jacket!" SADNESS. That's what he gets for flirting?

Kera pays for the bottle and tucks it into her waist pouch. "Why? Hmm. Little hint? Girls don't like being compared to grandmothers." She grins brightly and starts towards the door. "I bet you'll remember that little hint for a long time. What do you think?" Kera giggles a bit and leans forward to sniff at the Weyrling. "I don't see what you're so upset about. You smell better now."

Mur'dah blinks and blinks again, shaking his head. "But that wasn't what I was doing!" he protests, eying her warily as he takes a few steps after her. Especially when the shopkeeper is shooing him out and hastening around to open windows, frowning at Kera and Mur'dah both. "I was saying I didn't /want/ you to smell like my grandmother. I was trying to help you /avoid/ it, not saying you do /now/. And I do not smell better!" he says, pulling off his jacket despite the cold, once they're outside. "I used to smell like oil and leather and dragons. Now I smell like…like…like a flower shop."

Kera looks to Mur'dah with a nearly innocent expression, hand going to her chest and starting to seem upset. "Could it be that I was really mistaken?" The shopkeepers flustered shooing motions causes Kera to crack into a grin. "Exactly! That oily smell well, I think the minty smell is a vast improvement over 'oily' any day." Notice she was not refering to a dragon smell. "It was nice meeting you Weyrling Mur'dah. I shall keep my eye out for a sister tht looks like you. But I've duties to get to in the infirmary." As she opens the door, she pauses with a too cheery smile "Have a Minty day Weyrling Mur'dah." Wiggling her fingers she hurries out the door, giggling can be heard as she heads away.

Mur'dah shakes out his jacket as he eyes her, wary and suspicious. Once she goes, he shrugs into his jacket again and stomps back towards the barracks to rant to anyone who will listen.


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