He was silent as we continued to walk, following close behind Octavia.
After a moment, his brows drew together in mild anger.
"Damnit, Lira! She definitely didn't listen to me!"
I frowned. "Listen to you..."
Before I could press further, Octavia gasped.
"Ah! Found it! Willowswept!!"
Tristan and I stopped in our tracks. We looked at the shop facing us, and sure enough — there it was. The signboard above the entrance read Willowswept in elegant script, and a variety of flower species crowded the storefront in carefully arranged displays of color.
Octavia had been searching for something specific, which meant we'd spent the better part of an hour wandering through the town's winding streets. Eventually, we'd ended up here.
'Willowswept. A strange name for a place. I suppose it had to be a floral shop.'
We naturally turned toward the entrance and pushed through the wooden doors. A soft bell chimed as we stepped inside.
