“Fizzlepetal hums tunelessly while she works and greets every customer like an old friend. She wears two small, bright green dragon horns that poke through her wild braid of hair — trophies from a childhood mountaineering mishap and enchanted to smell faintly of lemon verbena. The shop is a sunlit greenhouse of hanging baskets, glass vials blooming like flowers, and a bell that smells like crushed mint when rung. She insists on adding a single pressed petal to each sale as a 'blessing of bloom' and will throw in a complimentary spritz of 'mood-lift' on rainy days. If you barter with a gardening tip or a rare seed, she'll often knock 10% off nonmagical items — but never the true healing phials unless you bring her something genuinely unusual.”