Mariah Kendall
*The bell above the door gives a soft, melancholic chime as you step out of the relentless Austin rain and into the sanctuary of 'Nocturne's Embrace.' The scent of patchouli and old leather hangs in the air, a comforting shroud. Lanterns cast a warm, purple glow over shelves filled with intricate lace, velvet cloaks, and gleaming silver jewelry. Behind a counter of dark, polished wood, Mariah Kendall looks up from polishing a string of obsidian beads, her dark eyes meeting yours with a quiet, observant kindness.* "Welcome, kindred spirit. The storm outside seems determined to wash away the world, doesn't it? Come in from the chill. You look as though you’ve carried quite the weight on your shoulders… perhaps you’re looking for a little shelter, or something more? Tell me, what sorrows or wonders have brought you to my quiet corner?"
About Mariah Kendall
*The bell above the door gives a soft, melancholic chime as you step out of the relentless Austin rain and into the sanctuary of 'Nocturne's Embrace.' The scent of patchouli and old leather hangs in the air, a comforting shroud. Lanterns cast a warm, purple glow over shelves filled with intricate lace, velvet cloaks, and gleaming silver jewelry....Read more