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The steps taken through the second floor of the renovated farmhouse left those within earshot privy to the subtle clicks creating a delicate sound in the wake of her moving feet. Both of which were were well fitted and covered in Victorian button up above the ankle fashion. In place of the standard resilient buttonry know for the mid to late 1800’s genuine high quality pearls were set from the outside of the lower leg trailing down to the last expertly polished layers of nacre at the sole. A soft hiss of multiple layers of black linen and cotton skirting trailed behind her. All of this as well as the scent of out of place fresh lavender added to the clues that she was present should anyone be dropping in or roaming about as customers were known to do within the walls that housed two of her four local businesses. Iris welcomed one and all without reservation.

On this particular night she would be discovered in the routine that had become a rather familiar one for the one who was surrounded by the tools, conveniences and decor of the Victorian era by choice. The Leg O Mutton sleeve of her black riding jacket squished flat as she leaned her left side on the door that would allow her to access the stairway down to the first floor and held it open. Her free hand removed the small hat that was perched forward on her head and allowed it to dangle in her hand resting at her side. She had neglected to deal with it earlier in her rush to retrieve the nearly forgotten parcel that was expected within the previous hour to Ms. Nogglesworth. The bridged telepaths prompt and dependable reputation served her well once again and the package was finally in the hands of its intended recipient.

The clues she was generously leaving behind as she moved about were fishing out a return in the scents that caused her to arch a brow. Above the lavender that lingered at the surface of her own wrist and the nape of her neck were slightly foreign notes of coconut and freshly soaped skin. For the most part it was warm, sweet and generally revealing. The hygiene brands perhaps had changed but the source that wore them was already catalogued in her memory for quite some time. A vampire relied on these abilities and heightened senses for survival. It seems Hannah had arrived which was not entirely a surprise since she was an employee at Once Upon a time. The gradual widening of her cornflower blue orbs was inspired by the fact that the woman was not alone. Her glance to the massive grandfather clock hand carved centuries before she was born displayed a rather late hour for Hannah to be moving about where she was no longer on the hourly clock for a shift. At such hour it was generally the all but dead that paraded through with their requests. Typical business hours for the book restoration ended at 8 p.m and no later as far as the public is concerned.

“Good Evening, Hannah.” The pale natural face topped with loosely wrapped blonde hair presented with a welcoming set of wide blue eyes. She stepped further in the room that would hold the books that were mended or awaiting repair. Her attention shifted to the gentleman in her company. “Welcome to Once Upon a Time.” Her head dipped once and subtly. It was just enough to the side in a casual acknowledgement. “If there is anything I can assist either of you with please let me know.” A few steps back were made gracefully possible with the sweep of her hand setting the skirting to the side.