Upon entering her Conservatory later that day Ameera would certainly notice something was amiss. The smell of paint in the air to be exact, a scent that would easily stand out to the blind femme. Someone had clouded the scent of her conservatory with paints! Naturally this alarmed the doe; who would come into her sacred space and tarnish it like so? Upon discovering that the paint was on her very flowers, not on the walkways or walls as she had hoped and prayed, her immediate thought was to try and rinse it away.
Watercolors should not even be able to stain her beautiful flowers, the natural oils in their petals should have repelled such colorful and unwanted additions! When, however, such paints did not come free as they should have a loud cry of lament would be heard coming from within the glass-walled building, disturbing those near enough to hear it.
While a more savvy businessman would naturally cry outrage because of the damages to their stock, Ame's true outrage and
despair was that someone had seen, smelled and
touched her unfinished masterpiece, her work in progress, only to deem it lacking. That they had treated it like a blank canvas that was not theirs to paint. Her lifelong desire and efforts to recreate the olfactory symphony she once knew as a child, now drowned and unfamiliar; her task now even further from completion than it was before.
To say that the petite doe was utterly distraught was an understatement! What would she do about her commissions? The requested orders that called for
white, sweet smelling flowers? What was she to do with all these decorated buds? Who had done this?
Once she was able to calm herself the doe sent word to Master
@Dralt to inform him of what had been done to her stock as well as to seek his advice on how to proceed. Next was an inquiry sent to the guard (
@Alhsom ) to entreat their help in tracking down who was responsible for what Ame could only deem as vandalism. After that she informed her staff that the Conservatory is no longer to be open to the public after sundown and is to remain locked until dawn each night.
Her final act - until she receives some manner of advice from Dralt or Alhsom - was to locate and document each flower, bush and vine whose delicate petals had been painted so... And calculate the cost of the damage. Whoever had done this was going to pay dearly. A very, very pretty penny.