My Lovey-Dovey Home Reunion …?

You'd have heard her, long, long before you saw her.

Shanna, the sixteen year old elf, was returning home.
Her gait was a joyous mixture of twirls, half skips and dances as she progressed through the wooded path serenaded by the birds and her own gentle hum.

And was it any wonder why? Of course not! It was because she was finally returning home to her doting, adoring, beautiful, beloved boyfriend who loved her more than anything else in this world, and who she in turn, loved more than anything else in this world.

Unable to bear it any longer, she reached for her satchel, hand brushing past the Lyre kept tied at her waist. Her fingers closed on the object she desired, and she, for the 32nd time in a month, read the letter her boyfriend had sent her.

Dearest Shanna,

I hope this letter finds you well in Marraway.

Should you have successfully found the Banbahl mushroom, Girrapa seedling and Atristus Flower, I will have all the ingredients I need to complete my most masterful and amazing potion. And it will all be thanks to you! My sweet starlight, my adoring glow-fly, my golden sunshine!

Words fail to express just how much I love and miss you. But were I to attempt it now, I would say I miss you so, so, so, so much and I love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love ,love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, lov

The length of the page had been met.
It seemed in a battle of boyfriend versus page, page had won. He hadn't even found the space to attribute his name to this lengthy proclamation. But the recipient didn't seem to pay it much mind as she clutched the letter close to her chest, crumpling it further (a gesture that had also been repeated 32 times this month).
"My Rondy." She said, eyes closing in jubilation.
While it was her job, and it aided "her Rondy" it sure was a misery to be apart for days, weeks, or even months at a time. But as she reached the edge of the forest, and Floraleyse came into few, her eyes lit up as she realized she was just a few minutes away now.
The only good thing about an absence such as this, was the reunion and embrace that followed.

Dashing through the town, familiar faces came into view with greetings for her safe return. The other alchemist, the lady watchman, her friend. In the blur of the moment she couldn't even be sure if she'd returned their greetings, running as fast as she was.
But such an occurrence was common for her first day back. Indeed. Even the townsfolk were well aware of the lovey-dovey, deeply in love, happy couple and their immense, emotional bond.
Wistful smiles and gentle head shakes from the villagers followed her as she dashed off.

Her pace slowed as she finally stood outside their shop.
Steadying her breath, she tried to compose herself, tidying the strands of her hair that had flown this way and that in her dizzying pace. Yes, yes. Looking her best for the one who loved her best was common sense, after all!

She took a step closer to the door, only to freeze when it suddenly opened. Her heart skipped a beat thinking her boyfriend had surprised her, but no. It was an individual covered head to foot in a long dark cloak, the only identifying detail being the purple lipstick that adorned their face.
As the tall cloaked figure moved towards her, Shanna decided to move to the left allowing the cloaked person free passage, only for the stranger to move left too. They both stumbled a half step, before awkwardly moving to the right. Once again, both of them. The pair were becoming increasingly embarrassed by the clumsy interaction. Red faced, Shanna stood rooted to the spot and gestured to the left. After the briefest of pauses (seemingly to double check that Shanna wouldn't leap out in front), the towering cloaked figure bobbed their head politely and carried on their way.
Well that was a little silly, Shanna thought to herself. But she was happy to see that business had been booming while she was gone. After all, even with two potion makers in town, her boyfriend was still the master alchemist in town.

A new wave of love swept over her thinking about how amazing he was. Shuffling her feet, she coyly peeked into the shop windows - sure she'd see his adorable face lovingly fawning over her. But not only was no one there, the thick curtains had been drawn completely shut.
Well that was a little odd, she thought to herself. On a busy golden day such as this? Letting her gaze drift upwards to the second floor, she couldn't help but notice those too, had been drawn close.
A vague feeling of unease settled into the pit of her stomach which she gamely shook off. He must be working with mushrooms, or something else requiring gloom, she thought walking towards the door. All she needed to do was see his adorable face and then all her worries would flutter away.

"Oh Moonlight!" She proclaimed as she opened the shop door. "Your Sunshine has returned!"

Unhappily, silence was what greeted her.
Unease continued to nestle around her as she peeked this way and that in the shop. Somehow, the usual faint scent of potions in the shop had smelt stronger than usual. Had some been over-brewed, perhaps? She walked past the usual clutter and disarray of the front, figuring he must be busying himself in the storeroom.

However, it was as she entered the storeroom that she could no longer push the anxious feelings aside. She opened the door and was blasted with the sweet, sour, pungent, and foul smelling mixes of potions in the air. Gagging, her forearm immediately shot up to protectively cover her face, rushing to a window to open it. She couldn't help but echo her thoughts aloud.

"What in the world happened here…?"

Her eyes frantically searched the room. If she thought the front was in disarray, then this room had been ransacked. Books littered the room every which way, a table had been knocked askew, and powders of all different hues coated the floor. All the while, the cacophony of smells continued to hang in the rank air and assault the unfortunate lungs of any who happened to smell it.
The sound of her tentative steps exploring the space echoed with the only other sound - the rhythmic beat of the strange liquid dripping onto the wooden floors from a cracked bottle.

Gingerly proceeding, her eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the frankly alarming amount of books on the floor. Not only had they formed an intimidating dome like-shape, but it almost seemed like every book had been emptied from the shelf in order to achieve it.

And then she saw it - and her mouth fell open.
The book-shaped igloo had a leg sticking out of it.

Shanna immediately flew into action, grabbing and tossing books as fast as she was able. After all she knew who lay underneath all these books. She would've been able to recognize him off even a single hair.

"Oh my gosh, Rondy! Wait, I'll get these off of you!"

It wasn't long before he was completely unearthed. Bizarrely he did not have the look of a man who'd been crushed by a hundred books or besieged by the appalling smells of the potion for hours. No, contrary to all that, he was curled delicately on the floor and seemingly reading the book he was clutching.
Most bizarre was that his eyes were open, and blearily staring at her.

"Oh, Rondy. Thank goodness you're okay." Shanna said gently collapsing to the floor. "I was so worried. You really scared me, you know."

The reply that met her concern, however, was a question that reignited her prior anxiety.

"…Who are you?"