Felegro emerges from the humble cottage of the Apothecary, and walks around the Bazaar area. She seems vaguely unhappy with whatever it is she’s thinking about, and doesn’t seem to be paying much attention to the direction she’s walking. The scent of pollen seems to follow her everywhere, though her flowers are no longer as prominent as they were. The entire area of the Bazaar, in fact, seems much more like summer than autumn as long as Felegro is there.
A bird chirps quietly to itself in the distance. Felegro scuffs the cobblestones of the Bazaar with a root, and dislodges a stone, which bumps off with a light kick. Felegro sighs, and looks around disconsolately.
