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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 22, 2008 23:53:32 GMT -5
Orange, red, yellow... The colors were like a flame, and all the different leaf and petal shapes only added to that amazing effect, and a small smile crossed the beak of the sparrow. The boquet was beautiful, something she felt that she should be proud of, something that her customer would love. Yet, somehow, it just wasn't perfect. Something was missing. She hadn't been in this business for very long, and this was her first really big job. A pair of Morganberries was getting married. They had been together for almost 15 years now, and had finally decided that it was time to tie the knot. It had been her father's assurance that Mori would be able to provide them with boquets that mached the flames of their coats. She had to do him proud. After all, he had also been her primary investor, and while he didn't expect her to pay him back... She wanted to. It was her duty as his daughter to make him proud. Sighing, the sparrow leaned against the counter of her flower shack, putting one flower in, taking another out, but never looking happy with what was in front of her. She sighed very softly, shaking her head and moving to do another job. What had made her think that she could do this job on her own, let alone at all...? |
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Post by Shinigami on Jul 23, 2008 0:41:00 GMT -5
 Solo paced easily down the street, empty courier bag slung over his shoulder after the delivery, and reveled in his new form. Hands. He had hands! This made things so much easier on the more personable side of things, though his animal form was still the faster for him. He'd gotten admiring looks from people passing him in the streets, and one of his regulars had invited him in for tea or coffee or was there anything else she could do for him? A bipedal Seven of Spades was supposedly a rather nice catch. He'd turned her down gently, because she'd been pretty enough, but just not...right. Solo wondered why he couldn't be more like his mother and just find someone that he could be friends with to settle down with. Then again, he was young, he had time - no need to rush around like an idiot trying to find...true...love... Bright green eyes were caught by the rich profusion of fire colors, like a Morganberry in the form of flowers. more than that, though, he was caught by the delicate little sparrow standing behind the counter, fiddling with the flowers, though he personally couldn't figure out what was wrong with them. They looked lovely; of course they did, at her touch. "Ah, p-pardon me, may I ask your name...?" He had approached her little shack before he was too aware of what he was actually doing, and then had spoken with that stupid little stutter in his voice. But he couldn't help himself; she was adorable. To his utter shock and embarressment, Solo felt himself blush. |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jul 23, 2008 23:15:07 GMT -5
Mori leaned back on her hand, head inclined to the side as she let out a quiet little sigh. Maybe the reason that she couldn't make it look right was that there wasn't anything wrong with it, she was just being overly-critical of her ability. She had been practicing making boquets for years now, and had been confident in her abilities until now. Her first commission, of course she was nervous. She wanted not just to succeed, but to excel! She wanted everyone who looked upon the flowers held by the bride to come to her with their business.
She was lost in thought like this when the bipedal hybrid approached, and she jumped slightly when he spoke. The feathers of her cheeks darkened slightly as she blushed, looking up at the man who had addressed her. "O-oh!" she exclaimed softly, blinking as she looked the handsome stranger over. His colors... she had never seen anything like them in her life. Wait, had he asked her name?
"My name is Mori," she finally replied, smiling a little nervously at the man. Was he blushing too? "Can I help you with anything, Mr...?" she offered, hoping to break the silence. If she could help, she would. In an instant. Oh, she was making a fool of herself!
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Post by Shinigami on Jul 24, 2008 15:02:38 GMT -5
"Oh! I'm sorry, my name is Solo!" he said hastily, bowing gracefully as befit the highest-ranking of his customers. "I just saw your flowers, and I was absolutely stunned by how beautiful they are," he explained, mentally tacking on, And by how beautiful you are. Though there was something...something familiar about her that was tapping at the back of his mind now.
"Pardon me, but you look very familiar to me," he said, brow furrowing as he tried to figure it out. He hadn't made any deliveries to or from her little flower shop, though he knew that he would be making regular visits to it now, even if it wasn't on business. So he couldn't know her through the courier routes. She didn't look like the sort who had ever visited his father, though she certainly had a few very unexpected customers over the years. So just what was it that was striking a chord in him? "I'm certain I would remember meeting someone as pretty as you before, though."
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Aug 12, 2008 15:58:53 GMT -5
"Solo," the woman echoed, clutching the flower that she had been preparing to add to the boquet a little tighter, a small smile dancing across the edge of her features. What on earth was such a handsome man doing at her quaint little shop, talking to her, if he wasn't looking for a boquet for his own lady-love? It was almost too strange to be true. She tilted her head to the side slightly at his next comment, bushy tail flicking absently behind her. "You really think so? T-that they're beautiful, that is." she glanced back at the boquet.
Having an extra pair of eyes certainly never hurt, and now that she looked at them again, they did look rather lovely. "It's for my first really big job, you see. They're for a wedding." the woman blushed again, tucking a strand of hair back out of her face, peering at Solo with wide blue eyes.
Pretty? As her? The sparrow laughed, the sound high and musical, looking down shyly. Her natural movements were soft and delicate, the kind that some women practiced for years to get. She glanced up at Solo again, expression thoughtful. "Well, I... Could it be you've met my mother?" It wouldn't be the first time that someone had recognized her based off of that particular family resemblance, and it probably wouldn't be the last. "Her name's Calia... she's a sparrow from the Forest like me, and we both have this," she looked down, wagging her tail in a demonstration and then smiling up at the man again.
If she knew just how flirtatious she was really being, she likely would have run away to hide in the back of her shop.
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Post by Shinigami on Sept 2, 2008 18:31:33 GMT -5
"Of course they are," he said softly, smiling warmly at her shy pleasure. "They look like fire turned into flowers." Then she mentioned what they were for, and his eyes went wide with appreciation. "Whatever bride carries these is certainly going to be awed by them! I've no idea how you have the proper sort of eye to pick and choose your flowers to get this sort of effect, but I imagine that your customers will be thrilled." And there were those big blue eyes, peering up at him from underneath that blue-and-white mane. His knees went a little weak.
How lovely she was, how enchanting! As if she didn't have a clue what the effect she had upon him was. Were he bolder - and he might even be able to work himself up to it eventually - he'd sing her praises to the heavens just now. She certainly deserved them.
"Ah, Calia! Yes, I met her when I was a child; she was quite a kind woman." She'd bought him hot chocolate, he remembered, and they'd talked with each other. The tail was even cuter on Mori, though. "I didn't realize she had a lovely daughter like you," he added, smiling winsomely.
[ooc: *goes to make sure her toothbrush is in good working order, and she has plenty of toothpaste*]
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 17, 2008 17:00:21 GMT -5
The strange and handsome man's words brought a pleased smile to the bird's face and she looked back at the boquet. With his opinion and high praises in her head, it was easy to be proud of the work, and she began to feel much better about it. It was a very pretty bunch of flowers, and she could now see her successes rather than her failures with it - the casual placement of a flower seemed to make it come to life, and when she turned back to Solo she was beaming. "It really is," she said softly. It was strange to her, speaking of beauty when she was unable to look away from the handsome stranger standing before her, and it brought a slight blush to her cheeks. "I shouldn't have worried as I did."
She leaned forward on her forearms, watching Solo closely as he spoke. She found her eyes tracing the curve of his jaw up to his antlers - they were an interesting trait, weren't they? She averted her gaze rather quickly when the thought that she'd like to feel the junction of bone and fur there, cheeks alighting with an embarassed flush.
Since when did she have thoughts like that?!
"My mother actually mentioned you to me once," the sparrow mused, managing to quell her embarassment enough to speak once more. She could remember a time long ago, the night of a wicked thunderstorm, when her mother had not returned until late in the day, bringing her daughters a story of a sweet boy she'd met in the Capital. "She told me that you were sweet and she hoped I could meet you one day. She said she thought we'd be friends."
Mori was quiet for a moment after she'd choked those words out, feeling awkward in the situation. She knew what she wanted to ask him, but she didn't know how - she was the little girl of the family, and she'd never been in a situation like this one. "Would you be offended," she began, her voice shaking somewhat. The only experience she had was from reading those silly novels that she'd stolen from her father, but it was better than saying nothing at all. "If I told you I was planning to close the shop up a little early today so that I could ask you to come have dinner with me?"
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Post by Shinigami on Jun 11, 2009 0:41:02 GMT -5
"If all of your creations are this stunning, I'm sure that you're going to be highly sucessful," he said with yet another smile. Oh, but he couldn't quite stop smiling at her! That little lock of her hair kept falling into her eyes, and he wanted to be able to reach out and brush it away for her. But- Well, he couldn't do that. Not yet, at any rate, not when they'd only just met.
"She did?" He couldn't help but perk up at that. "It's almost as if we were destined to meet, then," he said softly, pleased at that. "I only wish it had happened sooner." And just where were these words coming from? Normally he wasn't quite as poetic - he'd leave major things like that to his crazy sister - but he found them coming to him easily here.
And then his eyes went wide in pleased surprise. "Offended?" Solo had never met someone this sweet and innocent, and he badly wanted to protect it. How could the world be a bad place with someone like her in it? "How could I be offended at such an honor?"
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jun 18, 2009 2:40:46 GMT -5
At the man's kind words, Mori blushed slightly, turning away and cupping her cheek in a hand, looking towards his feet. Absently, she ran a finger through her hair, then slowly brought her gaze back to him. "Oh... thank you. I'm still very new at it, but... It's ever so much fun." She was still feeling rather amazed with herself... Flirting! She'd never dreamed that she'd manage to string words together if she met a handsome stranger, let alone bat her eyes and act coy in his general direction!
At his next words, a flutter went up in her chest, and she chirped softly. "That would have been lovely, yes... I was rather sickly as a child, and... Well, having a good friend by my side would have almost certainly worked miracles for my well-being." She smiled at him, blue eyes bright with happiness. This whole experience was surreal, in a way. Here she was, speaking with someone she'd just met, feeling comfortable and happy and like reaching out and touching his arm. The sparrow wondered for a fleeting moment if she was dreaming.
She hoped she wasn't.
When Solo responded positively to her offer, she let out a happy little chirp and clapped her hands together. "Oh! Oh, then let me lock up! It'll only be a moment, I promise."
And with that she dashed back into the stand and rummaged around, turning off the lights and pulling the windows closed. In a moment she was back outside, holding a woven bag and locking the door behind her, sliding down the shutters that opened her stall to the outside world during the day. She beamed up at Solo, suddenly feeling very small beside him. "Shall we, then?"
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