I assume?" Seth entered Sarah's apothecary.

Sarah was mixing perfumes, she and Sys had

come up with the idea of creating a scent to match the lavender

gauze and flower arrangements, even though the plant decorations

were still in question on account of the dragons' appetite. The

small shed was saturated with a clamor of floral scents, which

shouted at each other so loudly one could no longer tell them

apart. They all ended up in a overpowering blend, screeching in

sharp tunes of lavender and hyacinth. Lilac tried too assert itself

as a top note too, but it was trounced by the other two scents, and

whimpered helplessly at the end of the lab table where its open

vial resided.

"Good Heavens! Open the louvers, you can cut

the smell with a knife. Whatever it is you are working on right

now, throw it away it and never consider it again!" Seth protested,

stifled by the heavy fragrance. "How can you even breathe in here?

I'll never get this smell out of my clothes!"

"It is a process," Sarah defended the

obnoxious perfume.