Shimmering mist

From the lowest shelf, Silbe pulled a small blue box. The lid was embossed in gold: SPELLBOUND. “Ooh,” Grover said. “Fancy.” “Indeed,” said Silbe. “An ancient recipe from one of the finest alchemists ever to mix potions. Rediscovered…well, just this week, in fact. It’s a Fancy Water exclusive.” “How did you rediscover the recipe?” I asked. I knew immediately that I’d made a mistake by speaking. Silbe’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not important,” she said. The air between us started to shimmer, water droplets collecting into a fine mist. Before we could start a miniature rainstorm, Grover intervened. “I love this! How much?” Silbe smiled. “For a Cloven Elder, I’m sure we can arrange the friends-and-forest discount. Only a thousand golden drachmas.”

WotG pg.153-154