“…and then, it should be easy to tell their blossoms apart, that is, if you didn’t accidentally cut off too much of the stem and cause the petals to descend before looking closely. Here’s one…”<br/><br/>The flower on the white girl’s palm was indeed marvelous, and Chandra finally began to understand how fascinating it was to travel to the edges of the world in search of something so unique. Sitting cross-legged on the bar counter in front of the cute herbalist—who had introduced herself as Isabel—the slim, Tanarian woman bent herself forward to catch the fantastic scent of the flower.<br/><br/>“It is truly beautiful,” Chandra’s deep, alluring voice mesmerized the girl who couldn’t stop staring at her face.<br/><br/>“I can give it to you, if you want it,” Isabel suggested, and on that instant, a warm, awkward sensation of deep flattery shivered through Chandra’s body, as she was well aware that the girl had just spent two weeks searching for that particular flower. Chandra had only been looking for a casual chat to pass the time, and this was just way too much for her right now. She raised her hand to softly caress Isabel’s blushing cheek, stared into her bright blue eyes, and smiled.<br/><br/>“No,” Chandra said in a carefully chosen, comforting tone. With a delicate gesture, she pushed the pale hand holding the blossom back towards the girl. Isabel looked down, and Chandra recognized the subtle signs of her disappointment. Before hopping down from the tall counter, the darker woman gave one last brush with her open palm on Isabel’s beautiful face, and then pulled the hand gently away. Without another word, she turned her back on the silently heart-broken girl, walked calmly away, and continued looking for the people she was supposed to be meeting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>