"I want my pot of pure white dye this time, or don't bother coming back!" Chiizuki scoffed, pompously dropping a venture into my open hand. I met her eyes with a steady gaze.
The tiny Lalafell's cheeks were a few shades rosier than usual and her perfectly styled pigtails askew. Jandelaine would no doubt want a word with me later.
I gracefully swept my arm under me as I bowed "I shall not fail you, madam."
She sighed loudly and muttered something about my "Elezen head in the clouds" before marching off in the direction of the nearest merchant.

Pot of pure white...I mused as I strode through the Lavender Beds neighbourhood where Chiizuki and her Free Company resided.
Pure White. A moment of epiphany hit me and I flung my arms out in jubilation. But of course, the white mages!

A chocobo ride brought me to Camp Tranquil, where I had often glimpsed Raya-O-Senna providing guidance to aspiring adventurers.

Milkis, Chiizuki's hired botanist, was hacking at a nearby bush with a look of intense concentration. She was an odd girl that smelled of fishmeal, eating whatever she foraged (I once caught her crunching on dragon peppers). I strode past briskly, determined not to be sidetracked by talk of rare tea leaves or mushrooms.

Catching sight of me, she straightened up with a wide smile and tipped her straw hat in my direction.
"Pardon my manners, I thought you wouldn't notice." I graced her with a hasty bow.
"Oh you're so tall, you're hard to miss." She giggled, politely covering her mouth with soiled gardening gloves.
She eyed my newly minted coin. "On an important venture today, Catmousse?"
"Indeed. I am here to obtain a pot of-"
“Look at this truffle!” She exclaimed, holding a fragrant white ball up to my eyes “it’s got a smiley face.”
I felt my eyebrow twitch. “That’s lovely, but Chiizuki will have my head if I don’t get that pot of-”
"Maple syrup?" She interjected, eagerly pressing a sticky pot into my pouch. "It's fresh from the sap I farmed this morning!"
"Yes, yes, that must be it." I frowned at the golden liquid oozing onto the new leather. I could tell she had been snacking on it by the tiny crumb of mud encased within.
“Wonderful! I always knew Chiizuki secretly loves my maple syrup.” With a wink, she turned her attention back to the disheveled bush.

I seized my chance to hurry away, putting a good distance between us before letting out a sigh of relief. Potential 2 hour conversation avoided. I considered that a job well done.
Now that I have my pot of...maple syrup, I had best not keep my mistress waiting.

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Character: Chiizuki Catpig
World: Tiamat
Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit