Fontaine, the city of drama, justice and lots, and lots of water. You had moved here a couple months ago from Inazuma, the border had opened up and you had no desire to stay there any longer.

In your short time living in Fontaine, you had gotten pretty comfortable; the scenery was lively and it was so different from Inazuma. The only thing that wasn't different was the scent of saltwater all around.

You made a living off of your small flower shop and some commissions from the local branch of the Adventurer's Guild. Your shop was positioned in the stairway between the blacksmith's and the Adventurer's Guild. While you didn't get as many customers as other shops,you certainly weren't unpopular; apparently popular enough to catch a certain magician's eye that is.

It was a clear sunny day, unlike many days where a particularly heavy trial would take place. You had been cleaning up some of the spilled dirt that had gotten on the floor from you re-potting a few flowers when suddenly the the sweet sound of the bell rang through the shop, indicating a patron had arrived.

"Oh, one minute please! I'll be with you, just let me clean this!"

"I'm in no hurry darling, please, take your time!" a sweet voice called back, sounding rather amused.

You froze, looking up from the mess in your shop. That voice... You quickly turned around facing the owner of it, having your suspicions confirmed by the purple eyes looking right at you.

"Hello, little dendrobium. Do you happen to sell Romaritime flowers?" The great magician, Lyney, asked innocently.