Shadowwyn Moor o, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you

She sniffs delicately as he instead announces his departure, slightly piqued but refusing to show it. Very well, the woman says. Safe travels. As he leaves, she takes a deep draw of his scent, committing it to memory. Though who could forget a face like that?

And a face like that travels with a Melonii, now. It must be so. Megara exits the scene shortly after, silently contemplating what had transpired between the two of them. So little. . .and yet so much.