Closed [Flower Stand] Flower Party (Sigrun Dominic,Fubuki Kouri)

[Coud Von Voltaire]

Coud Van Voltaire OOCsorry about the quality, I suck at starting For the Story teller person, I have deducted 2sm and 6 cm from my ledger ofr use of the baths, soap and towel. 78th of Spring, 513AV It was morning in Syliras. The sun had travelled high enough to beam down its golden light over the City. Cou was in his apartment still asleep on his bed. His three little dolls ran about the apartment, doing their daily checks. One doll ran along the floor, checking for dirt or loose items that had been misplaced. Another doll inspected items and sorted them for Cou’s day. The last one sat by Cou’s bed waiting for the light to shine upon her master. Cou tossed himself a bit and exposed his chest, revealing his family crest. The sun slowly crept along Cou’s bed and shone on his body. This was the doll’s queue. “Master, rise and shine! Rise and shine! It’s morning you have work! You have work!” the doll said in joy, clapping her hand in a bouncy beat. Cou groan as he tossed himself over towards the doll and rested his hand on her head, silencing her. “Okay, okay... ookaahhhhh!” Cou said, yawning half way through his speech. Cou threw himself up. His vision was slightly hazy and he could feel his eyes trying to adjust to the light. Cou rubbed his face and eyes before getting out of bed. Cou wandered towards his clothing, that had been set out by his doll, and began putting them on. Cou was still a bit groggy as he slipped on his pants and jacket, but by the time he had finished getting dressed he was ready for the day. “Master, do you wish to take one of us to assist you for the day?” the doll said as they lined up before Cou, who stood by the door. “Indeed, Lily please step forward.” Cou said as he performed a unique hand gesture. “Yes, master” one of the doll said, stepping forward. Cou picked up the doll and issued a command to the other dolls to go on stand-by, so they joints can be preserved. Cou left his apartment, locking the door behind him, and set off to the nettle district. Cou was on his way to work, however, he was going to make a stop at the baths to get clean for the day. Cou made his way to the soothing waters bathes and paid his fee for using their facilities along with a soap and towel. As his doll sat keeping an eye on his clothing and stuff, Cou was in the public bathes getting clean. It was fairly early so not many people were there. Soon after he cleaned himself he returned to his stuff and placed his clothing back on, and headed out to his job. Soothing water wasn’t too far from where he worked. Cou’s workplace was a tall flower amongst grass. Cou was a clerk at The Flower Stand. It may be an off job for a male, but Cou enjoys it. Cou always admired the natural beauty of flowers, so a place that sells flowers was extremely appealing to him. In the workplace Cou would tend to customer and help Atta arrange flowers. Lily, his doll, would also arrange flowers, but only by sorting out colours. After a bit of a walk, Cou made it to his work. However, it seems that Atta was only there. “Good morning, Lady Atta. How has your morning been this far?” Cou greeted his boss. “Oh, It’s been fine, young man. What about you?” Atta replied. “It’s been fine. Is there anything I can assist you with?” Cou said placed Lily on the ground. “I’m expecting a new flowers coming in from that young girl. Could you help me collect all of the wilting flowers and place them in this basket?” Atta said. Cou nodded and commanded his doll to collect flowers that had wilted. Cou tied back his hair and but on his glasses to make things a bit clearer, then he began his work. Cou hasn’t met his Co-workers before, due to having odd shifts. Perhaps this time he is able to meet them.

[Sigrun Dominic]

PLUNK! "That is the last of them," Sigrun slapped her hands together, getting rid of the dust that lingered on her palms from the terra cotta pots that she'd just finished placing upon the old woman's work table, "I'm still surprised that you've managed to find a dealer for these sort of vases." Atta Sabot turned away from the boy she was speaking to, flashing Sigrun a warm smile. "There you are, dear, that took you quite a while." Sigrun eyed the boy in front of the stall warily, seeing as he was picking out all the wilted flowers. She raised an eyebrow at him and then turned to Atta with a wry smirk, but said nothing. He must've been one of those odd customers with the strange tastes. "You've no idea," she sighed, plopping herself onto the seat by Atta's worktable, "the peddlar wouldn't stop making advances." "It's the clothing, dear," Atta winked. Sigrun grinned and swatted the air in front of her. "They're heavy, as well," she grinned, glancing over mockingly at the wheelbarrow, as if it did hadn't assisted her in some way. "Seriously, the—" she cut herself off and furrowed her brows at the boy who continued to collect the wilting flowers. She turned to Atta and pointed at him. "—Do you want me to help that kid out?" "Oh please, dear, by all means," the old woman responded as she approached her new terra cotta pots, "he's your new co-worker after all." Sigrun rose from her seat and narrowed in on the woman. "Another one?" she whispered. Atta turned to her with a grin, nodding slowly. "Why?" she frowned, speaking under her breath, "aren't I enough?" "Of course you are, dear," Atta examined a particular pot with twisted handles as she whispered back, "you're a great help, but it doesn't hurt at all to have more assistance around here." "First that ghost, and now this," she turned to look at the young man and winced, "he looks rather sketchy if you ask me. And why did you even hire a ghost in the first place?!" "Why not?" Atta quipped cheerfully. "It's strange!" "It's refreshing!" "Ghosts aren't a normal thing around here, Atta," Sigrun lowered her voice even more, "I don't see how a ghost is going to help you with sales. People are going to see that thing and die of heart failure." "You'd be surprised!" Atta laughed. Sigrun stopped speaking, her wide eyes fixated on Atta as she organized the pots. She was frozen in place. Atta turned around and placed her hands on the young girl's shoulders. "You," she began, "are overthinking things." "I'm sorry," she mumbled, "I just, I don't know. I liked... I liked being the only one." "Trust me," the old woman winked, "You're still just as special as special can be." Sigrun beamed, mouthing her thanks. "Besides, you did say you were leaving sometime in the Summer, yes?" the old woman added, "got a bit of an idea for a new business, eh?" "Shh!" Sigrun whispered comically, wearing a childish grin on her face, "It's a secret!" The pair giggled in unison. Atta gestured over towards the young man gathering the wilted flowers once more. Sigrun shook her head and chuckled before heading over to the new employee. "I see you got that job," she smirked, leaning against the ledge that held all the crates of flowers, "it can be quite frustrating when they start getting tangled up in each other." She brought out her hand for a shake. "Hi, I'm Dominic. Nice to see you helping out at the Flower Stand." "And you are?" It was then did she notice something that she couldn't have possibly seen earlier on when she'd been behind the stalls. Her eyes trailed down towards the flower boxes and darkened at the sight of a doll. A doll, a moving doll, helping the boy gather the wilted flowers. "What the—" she yelled disgustedly as she quickly moved away from the odd pair, "petching shykes!" "What the petching shykes is that doing here? What is that, what!?" she turned to Atta, who seemed to be approaching somebody who was behind the young blonde. She didn't seem to notice or even mind that magic was being practiced at her shop. "What in shykes name have they been letting into Syliras these days," she thought as she glared at the moving doll, "this is certainly not going to go well with the citizens!" "Petch! We're definitely going to lose all our customers now," she looked around and saw the way the people were looking at the animated doll, whispering to each other and pointing disapprovingly. Magic wasn't a common thing to be practicing in public in Syliras, and it was evident in the reaction of the passersby.

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri "Ehehehahaha~!" The translucent little girl skipped happily through the Nettle District, a flower basket filled with white and red roses in tow; carried by an ethereal black tendril that jutted out from her back. She looked rather adorable, if one could get pass through her crimson eyes, powder white skin complexion, and bloodstained dress. The little white riding ghost was heading to her workplace, the Flower Stand, where Atta was waiting for her. Finally she arrived at the street where The Flower Stand is located, when she got close enough to the shop; her eyes then picked up something interesting. She could see the three familiar faces. Oh! That's Madame Atta! And that's... She spotted Lily's master as well, Sir Coud. W-what? He works here too! Yaaaaay! Ehehehahaha~ She giggled in her mind, a happy expression on her face. Sir Coud being here meant that Lily should be here too! She could play with her and even take her on trips to the Bronze Woods for gathering flowers! And oh... that's... Her expression slowly grew hypnotized upon seeing the third person, the blonde-haired woman, Dominic or... "Mama..." A slurred whisper escaped her lips. Somewhere in Kouri's mind, she still registered Dominic as her mother; no matter how absurd it may sound. "Ehe... ehehehehe~" Her giggles were a lot slower upon seeing her "Mother". She then continued on her way, entering the flower stand. "Oh! She's here, be nice to her now, dear" Atta said to Sigrun as she proceeded to greet the approaching ghost girl. "Good morning, honey. I see you brought me some more roses today, good job." Atta wanted to pet the girl, but realized that sometimes the ghost girl could be touched, sometimes she couldn't so she stopped herself. It was a rather strange thing. "Yes, Madame Atta... here you go..." Kouri gave the flower basket to Atta, her tone was slurred and drunk. Her eyes never leaving Dominic. She even forgot to greet Coud and Lily. "Are you alright, honey?" Atta was concerned about Kouri. Sure, Atta knew the ghost wasn't exactly... 'right' in the head, but she was worried nonetheless. "Mama~" Kouri didn't answer Atta's question and immediately ran to Dominic. She materialized herself and hugged her waist, resting her head on Dominic's chest; sucking her body warmth while giving her frost touch in return. "Mama~ Mama~"

[Coud Von Voltaire]

Coud Van Voltaire Cou collected the expiring flowers, placing them in a basket. With each flower he removed, slight empathy for the dying flowers felt. “They never got a chance to make someone smile…” he thought to himself. Cou placed another flower in his basket before he leaned over to check up Lily inside the large stall. Lily was reaching for the flowers that were obviously wilting, carrying them over to a basket that was in the centre of the area. Lily was quite small, so she could only reach the low flowers. However, she was somewhat efficient with her job. Cou leant back and continued picking out the wilted flower from the stall’s display, trying to be as quick as possible. Cou could hear Atta talking to someone. The person had a distinctly female voice and from the tone of her voice she sounded annoyed. hmph… Demanding customers…, Cou thought as he placed the last wilted in his basket, ready to move onto the next display. As Cou began working on the new display a voice came from the blue. Cou turned his head to meet a blonde haired woman who looked as if she has experienced Cou’s position of work. Cou looked though his spectacles, taking note for her physical appearance. “Indeed, I do have this job. However, it’s better than no job at all. Heheh” Cou lightly chuckled as pulled out a dying flower. “heheh, I understand what you mean. Ah! like this one here... Only one needs to be removed, but the others won’t let go of it.” Cou said, holding a bunch of flowers as an example. “Greetings to you, Lady Dominic. Helping others is a virtue and I find joy working in a place like this.” Cou said, stopping what he was doing for a moment to face Dominic “My name is Coud Von Voltaire. You may call me Cou if you wish.” Cou said, placing one leg behind another with right arm across his belly as he bowed. Cou returned to his work as Atta walked passed him, serving what appears to be a customer. Suddenly, a yell made from Dominic made Cou jump a little, causing his spectacles to fall onto the tip of his nose. Cou turned to face Dominic as he pushed back his spectacles. “What a tongue she has…” Cou though, as he heard Dominic curse. “Lady Dominic, this is simply a doll. Don’t worry, it’s harmless the only real harm it can do it care for you too much.” Cou said, trying to calm Dominic down. Cou looked around and heard people whispering about the doll. Cou understood that magic was something that was looked down upon. However, it was a part of his life. Cou wasn’t really a true blooded syliran, his family actually originated from Zeltiva and were all magic scholars. So magic to Cou was something that was mundane. Cou was about to speak when a familiar face rush past him and latched onto Dominic. “Lady Kouri? Wha… what are you doing here?” Cou said, somewhat surprised. Kouri looked as if she was too infatuated with Dominic to hear Cou’s words. Cou just simply stared at the two with a confused look upon his face.

[Sigrun Dominic]

"Oh for petch sakes..." Sigrun thought, releasing an exasperated sigh as she jerked backwards from the impact that Kouri made with her waist. The little ghost had materialized herself and was now wrapping her body around the young blonde in a fluid embrace, her small head perched against Sigrun's chest. "Mama!" She struggled at first, hands making their way over to the girl's arms in an attempt to gently remove her from her body. The damn apparition was confusing her for her mother again. She turned to look at Coud as he spoke about his moving doll, looking positively revolted at his magic usage. "Lady Dominic, this is simply a doll. Don’t worry, it’s harmless; the only real harm it can do is care for you too much." "I don't feel very cared for," she said with a firm shake of her head, "I feel very threatened—" "Mama! Mama!" "—Kouri, sweetheart," she shifted her gaze over to the child, "I'm not your mother, you're forgetting who I am. It's Dominic." Quickly, she turned to Atta, who was busying herself at the workbench. The two exchanged knowing looks. Sigrun's eyes darkened as dread began to fill her features, while the old woman simply gave her a calm, steady smile. The young blonde quickly mouthed two words for her. "Help. Me." "Alright, alright," the young blonde quickly whipped her head around and continued to struggle with Kouri, but eventually had to give up. For a ghost, she had quite the iron grip. "We have work to do, so," she turned to Coud with caution, "keep up the good work, and keep that—" She pointed at the doll, "away from me." "Kouri," she turned to the ghost, struggling with the scowl that so badly wanted to form on her face, "what do you say we start to work on that order list?" "Pretty sure I saw a lot of bouquet requests in there," she mumbled, sighing defeatedly. It was going to be a long, long day.

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri "Ma-..." Kouri cut herself short and her crimson eyes shot open when she heard the name "Dominic". Ah... uhm... eeeh... She slowly lifted her head from Sigrun's chest and looked upwards, making eye-contact. "Petch..." Kouri whispered a curse in Vani as she realized that she mistook Madame Dominic as her mother... again. She quickly released herself from Dominic, her expression was a combination between apologetic and frustration. She bowed to her "Please forgive me..." and apologized, as she lifted her head; she whispered her illogical frustration in Vani "Why can't you be my mother... why it should be you?". Atta, recognizing Sigrun's silent plea for help, approached them both and put her right hand to Kouri's right shoulder from behind. "Honey, perhaps you can help me arrange some rose bouquets?" She gave Kouri someting better to do and helped Sigrun from her plight at the same time, like feeding two bees with one flower. Kouri slowly turned around and beamed Atta a happy grin "Of course, Madame!". She wanted to get away from Dominic because for some odd reason, Dominic reminded her of Sora. It's better that she kept her distance lest her maternal longing grew. Atta then pointed to the worktable Kouri usually used. "You can work there, honey." Kouri nodded and immediately floated away. Atta gave a look at Sigrun and spoke to her in a low voice, "Dear... are you alright?" Atta was concerned with Sigrun and hope the ghost didn't brought negative influences to her. !? L-lily?! S-sir Cou?! Kouri's mind just put itself together after her outburst and suddenly remembered that Lily and Coud were there. "Hello! Sir Coud! Ehehehe~ You work here too?! Yaaaaaaaay~♥" Kouri floated to him and glomped him, resting her head on his chest. In her life, Kouri could be described as 'clingy'. Being a ghost, she's even more clingy than her human self. "Hello, Lily!" She released herself from Cou and went to the cute little Servant Doll Number Zero Two. She rubbed Lily's small head with her hand, cooing because of her cuteness. "Cuuuuuute~♥ Ehehe~ Oh! You're sorting flowers! Hmmm... I know!" Kouri extended her tendril and grabbed her rose-filled flower basket. She then put it near Lily "Please help me sort these roses~ While I make some rose bouquets!". She's even more energetic and cheerful than usual now with Lily's presence. She didn't care if the animated doll's sentience was just a string of pre-made commands and instructions, she was alive and that's all that matters. As Kouri worked hand in hand with Lily, a curious customer approached the stand and spoke to Coud. "*Cough*... An animator, I see..." The adult male customer wore a dark hood over his head, concealing the upper part of his face, when he spoke, one could see his tongue was black in color; this man was a Nuit. "Be careful with it, the general populace and knights are petching bigots... unlike in Sahova and Zeltiva, but I think you know that already..." The customer approached closer to Cou, he then picked up a stalk of windflower from the stall. "On to business now... I require... some flowers that have a strong sweet fragrance... because you know what I am, correct? My body odor isn't exactly... comfortable to the living's noses..."

[Sigrun Dominic]

Sigrun watched Kouri float off towards the worktable, as requested by Atta, and turned away with a disdainful look on her face. She couldn't understand how it was possible for the girl to mistake her multiple times as her mother, when she looked nothing like her.

"I'm petching blonde!" she thought bitterly, her furrowed brows insulting certain passersby who would happen to catch her anger-filled gaze.

Atta approached the girl afterwards, a concerned look etched upon her aged features. "Dear, are you alright?"

Sigrun refused to look at her, fearing the effects of her scowling expression on her. "I am not."

The old woman placed her arm around the young blonde, a soft, understanding smile gracing her sunken lips, stretching the fine lines that ran along her philtrum. Sigrun's face softened.

"You can tell she isn't so right in the head," Atta murmured, "so you have to learn to be patient with her."

"I don't want to be patient with her," the young blonde responded with a faint whine, "I don't want anything to do with her."

"Now, why's that?" the old woman raised her eyebrows, grinning in a challenging manner. Sigrun finally turned around to face the old woman. It was then that, for a moment, she suddenly understood how Kouri must've been feeling.

Atta looked nothing like her mother.

Atta was an old woman, much older than the last memory that she'd ever had of her mother. Sigrun didn't even know what her mother would have looked like at Atta's age and yet, as she stood before the aged woman, with her pale, fine hair barely revealing the shade that they were in their glory days, she found her mother. She could only guess the beauty that Atta may have had in her youth, and the possible resemblance that she might've had to Sigrid, but as of now, she looked nothing like her biological mother.

And yet, here she was, repeatedly mistaking her as the one who birthed her.

"I-I just, I..." she trailed off, suddenly unable to explain herself.

Sighing deeply, she turned away from the woman and gazed over at Kouri. However, despite finally understanding what the girl was feeling, she still could not feel any pity or remorse.

"She is incredibly annoying," she shrugged, smiling humorously.

"You will meet countless others who will irk you just as much, or even more," Atta remarked, taking the young girl's hands with her own, "and if you never learn to deal with them, then..."

"What if I don't want to? I can live without learning that, right?" she bit her lip. Even she doubted the accuracy of her statement. Atta chuckled.

"There are many ways to deal with the people you dislike," the old woman tucked away a lock of Sigrun's hair behind her ear.

"The least that you can do is to avoid them; avoid confrontation, and be as courteous as you can. The most that you can do, is to love them."

"I'll make do with the least, then," Sigrun mused. Atta patted the girl on the shoulder and handed her an extra copy of the order list.

"Deal with the other bouquets, then," the old woman said, turning towards the newly picked array of flowers over at the other side of the stall, "a lot of our customers ordered for the new arrivals."

"Kouri's got the roses?"

"Kouri's got the roses, yes."

Nodding politely, Sigrun sauntered over to the back of the stall, retrieving a ball of twine and a small knife. She eyed a couple of sheets of colored parchment paper lying on the lowest shelf.

"Atta?" the girl called out, pulling out the stack and holding it up, wagging it back and forth. The old woman turned around and grinned, nodding in silent approval.

It was then did she take notice of a rather mysterious-looking man who'd approached the stall. Sigrun paused, eyeing the hooded figure as he spoke to Coud in a rather disconcerting manner. She twitched at the sight of him taking ahold of one of their flowers. Frowning, she cautiously approached the pair and stood before the man. She eyed his dark tongue and winced, wondering to herself if he ever bothered with hygeine.

"On to business now... I require... some flowers that have a strong sweet fragrance... because you know what I am, correct? My body odor isn't exactly... comfortable to the living's noses..."

Sigrun scrunched her nose, her eyes squinting at the man. It was odd that he needed to mention the fact that they knew what he was. He was, of course, nothing else but a penniless man, she assumed, unable to pay for his own care.

"Excuse me, sir," she said as politely as she could, "if you need a fragrance, the Sensual Scents is that way."

"I don't see why you have to trouble yourself with buying flowers by the bunch to cater to whatever it is you need catered to, when you can just get yourself a bottle of perfume for just the same amount of mizas, or less."

She pointed over to the perfumery just across from the Flower Stand. The young blonde furrowed her brows at the man for a brief moment, wondering why in the world he decided to buy flowers, when he could just as easily purchase some perfume.

"However, you may keep that flower if you wish," she stated, eyeing the common wildflower bemusedly.

Sighing, she shook her head and walked away to deal with the other bouquets. If the man insisted on making it harder on himself by purchasing flowers, it was his loss, not hers.

Moving over to the front of the stall, Sigrun took a look at the order list and counted three flower bouquets. One requested for a simple orange bouquet, the other, a mix of daisies and gardenias. The last one asked for a "pleasant surprise".

Sigrun's brows furrowed at the sight of the last one. "I'll deal with you later, then."

She began with the orange bouquet. Tapping her chin, Sigrun eyed the small selection before her, briefly looking up to eye Coud, who was all the way at the other side with his doll. Kouri had animatedly gone off on an excited tangent over the damn thing. Apparently the two had already been acquainted in the past. Sighing to herself, she then decided on using a bunch of peach roses.

"Is this for a girl?" she asked Atta as she passed by to deal with an incoming customer. The old woman glanced at the order list and then at the flowers in the young blonde's hands.

"The bouquets usually are," she mused, gazing into the girl's aquamarine orbs, "excellent choice. I'm sure the young man wanted to put that message across."

"What message?" Sigrun cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Peach roses," Atta said, turning away from the approaching customer, "mean 'let's be together'."

"These mean something!?" she questioned the old woman incredulously, but she'd already began speaking to the newcomer.

Shrugging to herself, the young blonde arranged the peach roses over a piece of orange parchment, adding white accent flowers before wrapping it all up and securing it with beige twine. She then placed the finished piece behind the stall.

"And what about these, what do these mean?" she turned to Atta as she moved away from the satisfied customer, who had merely wanted a couple of pieces of lilac flowers. Sigrun held up a bunch of pale white gardenias. They were extremely akin to roses in terms of shape, save for their soft yellow centers and looser petals. They looked like white roses releasing a deep exhale.

Atta giggled. She glanced over at the order list once more, and took the liberty of handing the girl a bunch of yellow daisies. Sigrun took them without questioning her choice of color combination.

"It means, 'I am secretly in love with you'."

"It's interesting the way you say that," the young girl teased. Feigning ignorance, Atta widened her eyes and swatted the air.

"You've never told me about your past loves, Atta."

"Oh— finish up on that now, or else I'll never tell you!" the old woman laughed.

Snickering, Sigrun turned away from the old woman and began to arrange the yellow daisies and the white gardenias, evenly distributing them over a piece of beige parchment paper. Humming to herself, she began to wonder if the men who'd ordered the roses knew about all these symbolisms and messages, or if they were simply lucky with their choices.

She would laugh if any of them unintentionally ordered a flower that meant "friendship", when their intentions were clearly much more than that.

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri "Alriiight... now... done!" Kouri beamed a happy grin at Lily. She was arranging a rose bouquet. She's getting better at this, the thought of the customers brimming with happiness seeing her self-made bouquets filled Kouri with pride and satisfaction. "Alright then! Next bouquet up!" Kouri flexed her right hand and the tendril that wrapped around her right hand weaved as if flexing together with its master. "One~" Kouri picked up another red rose and put the first mark of another rose bouquet. Lily followed suit and put another red rose near the first one. They kept working like that until Atta came to check up on them. "How's it going, dear?" Atta leaned her body forward and examined the bouquets Kouri and Lily made. "They are lovely..." "Ehehehe~ Yes! Everything's fine~" Kouri diverted her attention to Atta for a few seconds, beaming her with a smile, before returning to work. "Dear... I want to talk to you about something..." Atta knelt down to Kouri's height and whispered to her. "Is it about Madame Dominic?" As she said that, Kouri didn't look at Atta and kept working. "I know she's not my mother" Kouri didn't wait for Atta's next statement and just answered out of assumption. Her assumption was correct though. "I see, dear..." Atta stood up and reconsidered her next actions, she wanted to talk about it previously; but seeing the ghost girl answered doubtlessly, she thought it was unnecessary to continue the conversation anymore. "She hates me, doesn't she?" But the ghost girl asked her another question instead. This time, Atta wasn't really sure on how to answer. "Well... not exactly like that, dear" "I understand though, we didn't exactly know each other in a... smooth manner, Madame Atta. My mother can't come back anyway, she's... dead." Anger build within her, Kouri almost crushed the rose she was holding. "It's okay, Madame Atta. I'm okay, I will continue my work now..." "Don't push yourself too hard, dear" Atta knew there was nothing she could do to actually help her. She was not a god and Atta doubted even gods have the ability to bring back the dead. So she smiled and motioned her hand to made it looked like she was patting Kouri's head. Atta then returned to her own worktable.

[Coud Von Voltaire]

Cou had just finished plucking out the last wilted flowers. It was a somewhat demanding job for something that was so simple. Cou didn’t expect such a simple task required dexterous fingers. Cou placed the last flower in his basket and shifted it off around the back to be disposed or used as fertilizer – he wasn’t too sure about what happens to them after they wilt and placed at the back.

Cou walked past Dominic and Atta, who were talking about the incident that just happened between her and Kouri. Cou listened for a bit, but didn’t want to probe in business that he isn’t invited to. Cou walked towards a basket full of flowers, the natural scent they gave off was very sweet. He picked you the basket and walked back the main stand and replaced the flowers that had been plucked.

Cou did his best to ignore the murmurs of the people who walked by, pointing out his ‘vile’ talent. Cou simple pretend that they were simply voices in the wind. He needed to finish his work so he continued what he was doing.

Cou checked up on his doll, making sure they it was doing fine. He stretched his neck around the corner and was met with Atta and Kouri who were having a chat – possible about the incident before. Cou shifted his eyes upon his doll, who was working quite diligently.

“It seems everything’s okay. I better get back to work.” Cou thought as he pulled back his head and resumed work.

Cou had just replaced a white iris flower when suddenly a woman’s voice was heard. Cou turned his head and saw a fairly young woman how looked around about her 20’s. She was blond and wore a modestly long black dress with a white collar and a black hat.

“Umm, excuse me? Could you give me a suggestion about what flower I should give someone when they feel a bit… blue?” the woman said.

“Uh, er, Uh…?” Cou shuttered. Because Cou lacked knowledge about flowers and their meanings, he didn’t know how she could respond to the woman’s request. Cou looked left and right as if the answer could be found somewhere.

OOCgo a bit 'uh' with my crativity, so this is the best i can do at the moment. Sorry

[Perplexity]

Riddled With Rewards Sigrun Dominic Experience Skill XP Earned Organization + 1 EXP Socialization + 2 EXP Rhetoric +1 EXP Philosophy +1 EXP Observation +1 EXP Herbalism +1 EXP Gardening +1 EXP Lores • Lore Earned • What the Shyke!? • As Special As Special Can Be • The Beauty of Youth, The Wisdom of Age • Peace Roses: Let’s Be Together • White Gardenia: I Am Secretly In Love With You Fubuki Kouri Experience Skill XP Earned Materialization + 1 EXP Soulmist Projection + 1 EXP Lores • Lore Earned • A Pseudo-Mother’s Warmth • Snapping Out of Insanity….a little. • Sigrun Is Not My Mother • Silly Little Helper: Lily 0-2 Notes : I tip my hat to you both! Nicely done! • | Ms. Kouri- Start possessing people so I can give you more experience for all the adorable and wacky things you do! Confound it! • | Ms. Sigrun- Thank you. Thank you so much for being one of the only people in Syliras to have an appropriate reaction to seeing magic.