She had worked hard on this, it was true. The early lavender she had managed to find had been fairly small and fairly weak. She had been forced to let the other lavenders continue to grow, the few that she had found in her less than extensive searches. Mostly, she looked for early blooming flowers the warm streak of weather had been encouraging. Honestly, she was not surprised to find the warm weather had let a few grow though most of the most fragrant were not yet showing themselves. But she had found lilac. It was a large bush, full and fragrant. It flaunted it's light blue-purple blooms at the cold breezes and the still chilly air. The scent was strong and Isabella found herself with a woven basket full of the flowers. In a rush, she had collected as much as she dared, as well as taking a sprig for her home.
Recent events had been trying on the Salsolan family, and Isabella kept her head down to disguise her fairly neutral position. It was not a worry for her that she would be harmed, for she was certain she could discourage any man from touching her with a weapon of death. Well, to the best of her knowledge, at least. Instead, she focused on figuring out how to cultivate more lavender and roses, as well as looking for potential flowers and herbs. She wished she could have a greenhouse or something well heated in winter, just to have southern flowers like lilies and even lemon.
The Auxiliary was not in a happy place, with her mate dead and gone with an attack. He defended but lost his life. Isabella could not feel the same pangs of sadness for anyone as Eris must have. Regardless, she figured it was a good opportunity to kiss some powerful ass. The lilac had been stripped of it's oil. She had even acquired some flavorless and odorless alcohol to create the perfume. She joined the alcohol and the oil and then let it sit. Somehow, she had found a dark mason jar and put the perfume into it. Almost all of the oil had gone into the perfume, but lilac was easy to raise here and it was so common. There would be more bushes.
Unsure of where to find the Auxiliary, Isabella wandered to her home and gave a soft howl, hopefully not to reach many others. She held the mason jar against her waist as she waited, bi-colored eyes scanning the area for the dark woman.
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