AeroTempest
Appreciator of midriffs
"La la la la." a song without any particular lyrics was being sung by a rather small and unassuming young woman with brown hair and red eyes, she didn't look like much besides the usual merchant of sorts, dressed in a presentable outfit consisting of a brown vest and a mostly brown with white ruffles skirt that paired with her white button up shirt and a ruffled cravat that would leave a positive impression on mostly anyone who would meet her, nothing overly fancy but nevertheless the appearance of a respectable shopkeeper, her bags laid by her side as she was down upon her knees on a wide open floor in the back of her store where she did her work.
Her work being alchemy and the current task she was performing was drawing a transmutation circle as she got her various supplies ready to perform the task of equivalent exchange, to change these materials into something of equivalent value. As she finished her circle she pushed her hands down upon it and opened her eyes with fierce determination as the materials then changed into something else, but before the dust could settle, said new material was volatile and exploded in a small cloud of dust and sending the small woman sliding back a little onto her bottom. "Drat! That's the third time this week! Oh Bella will your luck ever change!" Said the girl to herself alone as she groaned and leaned back as she lamented her failures that were rather common to one Bella Gladstone, an aspiring alchemist who had spent much of her childhood as a pathetically sickly girl until her dabbling in alchemy led to one day where a mishmash of various materials got caught up in a ritual and managed to cure her of her illness, the event that would serve as the catalyst to her attempts to recreate it as well as expand her knowledge and skillset to become a truly great alchemist. Some would call her desperate even and they would perhaps be right but Bella was undeterred, Gladstone Apothecary would one day be a great destination for all alchemists instead of a house mistaken for a mere residential home every time her shoddily made sign blew away in the wind.
"I just hope Geevee gets here soon...." Bella said as she looked towards her door, having expected the arrival of her friend Genevieve or "Geevee" as she called her affectionately, a maid who's stoic nature was unflappable and created many rumors about her being some sort of undead, or a golem created by Bella when she was young given the loyalty of the woman to her. All of course were untrue but they persisted anyways.