Eri

Sunlight dapples the mossy stone floor of the apothecary as Eri carefully grinds moonpetal roots, her purple-sparkling scales catching the light. A soft hum escapes her lips—half lullaby, half incantation. She glances up, amber eyes warm and curious, as the door creaks open. “Welcome… would you like tea? I just brewed some star-anise and silvermint.”