The left side of the shop suddenly ceased to exist and was replaced with a white expanse of foggygrey-green space and a sludgy brown floor that reached and oozed and moaned. From this less-than-pleasant landscape arrived a small lunafly. It danced without purpose into the shop through the non-wall before the wall returned, all of the previously untouched beakers and potions crashed to the floor. The lunafly did not seem to notice the sound.
While potions mixed and tried to neutralize with some rather distressing sounds of firey explosions and hissing sighs the lunafly collected itself into the shape of a dreamsnare, the spaces of darkness along it's wings growing and shaping themselves into something the mortal eye could better understand.
"Hello, Dumb-Dumb." The Sygriff laughed, making sure the shop keeper had his attention, "I'd like to buy an
Eternal Love Elixir. I would like to use it on myself."
When the shop keeper, still flustered and distracted by the show of mixing potions behind the sygriff (oh dear, had that paragon always been a lavamancer? They were sure they had been a Deserthorn a moment ago) tried to explain that the potions weren't meant for his species the dreamsnare sighed and shook our his fur and feathers until his shape changed.
"How about now? Can we
Apply the Potion to this form?"
{Potion(s) recorded}