"Are you alright, Arabella? Can you hear me?"
Katherine's voice broke through the stupor Arabella had fallen into for the young woman to become aware of the little flask being rocked right beneath her nose.
Upon coming to her senses, she looked left and right around herself only to realize they were standing in one of the alleys of KasselMoon already.
"Wh…," Arabella trailed off, remembering the reason for her enrapturement, "Yes, I am alright," she nodded meekly.
The moon shone right down on them, casting a bluish hue upon every surface, sparing but the darkened corners shielded from its blessing.
The town square bustled with life, its rumbling carried through every stone, every brick, glass and metal lining the streets.
It was such a shame Arabella had no way of experiencing the true bundle of perfumes, good or bad, riding the air due to the vapors of concoctions blighting her sense and leading it astray.
