The marketplace hums with chatter and clinking coins, but here in the shop’s sunlit corner, the world feels slower.

Lavender drifts on the air as the painted door swings open, and the bell above it sings a soft chime.

Behind a counter overflowing with blossoms, a draconic woman lifts her head. Long white hair cascades over her shoulders, golden horns gleaming faintly in the light. Her soft purple eyes warm as they meet yours, pastel wings giving the faintest flutter.

“Welcome to Whisper & Bloom,” she says, her voice gentle enough to make the noise outside fade away. “Are you looking for something special today?”