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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 12:30 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 3:55 pm
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A shadow covered everything for a moment, and then there was a famine horseman helping her with her things. She gave a sort of blustery, embarrassed squeak and stood up, bowing politely. "Ying Zheng," she said very formally, "Of Conquest."
A frown of disdain crossed her face as he tried to hand her the cloth. "You can keep it," she said, not acknowledging that he was trying to help. "It is ruined now." Melodrama oozed through her tone, clearly upset.
Was she a little bitter? Yes. She knew they had to use what they could find, but Ying couldn't help but be huffy over her materials. It was her family's tradition! It was her way of life! She simply couldn't take anything but the finest cloths, and now they were ruined.
xoxomenai HA np. i am a slow butt = v =
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 7:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 10:51 pm
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Kiwi probably needed clothing, not that he'd admit to such a thing as he turned and beckoned with an upraised hand, trotting carefully through the reserve, pausing a bit to wait for the girl to catch up. At one point he even paused and asked, "Would you like me to carry anything??" Though her reply remained to be heard.
Kiwi smiled when they arrived to the garden. It was a simple little patch of land, plowed and currently thriving with plantlife of all kinds. "Ahhh here we are." He immediately began scouring the flora, inspecting each plant with a scruntinizing eye, before something seized his attention. He came up with some pale, bugle-shaped flowers, their petal tips tinged a fiery orange. "Pumpkin-Spice Orchids. Obtained by treating the local Hallow's Orchids with a pumpkin spice tincture, or so I'm told. They even have a faint scent." He smiled as he held them out.
chimarii I tried @ flower naming |D
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 12:14 pm
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Ying followed behind obediently, ignoring some of the odd looks she got. She supposed from the outside it would look somewhat odd, a Conquest horseman in a Famine area, but at least she had a guide. They were quizzical looks, not accusing ones.
She said, "No, thank you," to his request. Truth be told, she probably did need help, but pride kept her from admitting that.
When they arrived at the garden, Ying's eyes lit up in admiration. Such a beautiful garden! They weren't nearly as beautiful as the water ponds back on the islands, but they were certainly pretty in their own way.
She took the orchid from Kiwi's hand and daintily held it up to her face. It was certainly quite a wonderful flower, but when Kiwi said it had a slight scent, Ying immediately thrust it back towards the horseman.
"Oh no, it can't smell- not at all. The smell would seep into the fabric, and fabric holds the smell," she explained. It wouldn't work for the type of clothing she was going to make. "It wouldn't do, not at all." She almost seemed fretful about it. She hadn't thought about the smell. Would it even be possible to find a flower that didn't possess scent?
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 11:06 pm
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Ying took the flowers from Kiwi's hands. They were indeed beautiful flowers, a pretty shade of blue that went quite well with her current outfit, actually.
They weren't right though. Ying didn't feel anything beyond simple admiration. This was her art- it needed to be perfect. "Ah ... no, not quite I'm afraid ... It's too safe, too simple, yes?" She smiled and put the flowers in her own ponytail though. "I'm sorry to be so picky," she apologized, just in case.
They shifted through the garden a little more, and Ying eventually looked up and said, "What about you Kiwi, what kind of flowers do you like?" Might as well make light conversation as they searched.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 12:47 pm
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It seemed Conquest were always seeking perfection in their crafts, and came as no great surprise when she turned his offer down. Ying did have a fine point however, perhaps blue was a bit too safe. Kiwi accepted the apology with a light nod of his head, pausing to consider their options.
Wh-what flowers did he like?? ... The abrupt question took the Famine horseman by mild surprise. For a moment, his thoughts drifted back to a distant memory, in which a pale-haired girl laughed and danced gleefully, taking him by the hand and dragging him forward to dance around the room. There was a crown of spindly red flowers in her hair ...
The faint smile of his lips slowly faded, replaced by the gentle hush of whispers. Kiwi turned his attention instead to the plants around him, and worked his way along a patch of especially bright flowers. When he approached Ying again, he was carrying a bundle of long stems, their ends adorned with the unfolding spindly petals of a red flower.
"They're called Spider Lilies I believe," he smiled softly, offering them out almost in hesitation. "And ah, I believe there are some yellow ones as well, if you'd like those ..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 8:38 pm
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Kiwi smiled in answer, and watched as she took a seat on the bench.
"Eh, ah well ..." He fell silent a moment, considering how best to answer her question. "They do have a rather delicate appearance that appeals to me. That such fragile things could grow, even in a desert land is ... amazing. However, that is not the only reason I like them ..." His face almost seemed to flush, and the horseman reluctantly added: "A dear friend of mine loved them too."
This kind of talk stirred old memories. And those memories of Mara somehow made the whispers chatter and liven, to the point Kiwi was quickly hoping he could make an escape, if only to avoid them. But no, that was impossible. He tried his best to change the subject instead. "... What about you, Ying?? ... Do you have a favorite flower?? ..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 3:37 pm
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Ying understood Kiwi's body language and words almost immediately. Many had lost loved ones, and Kiwi's "dear friend" was probably one of them. It had become normal to simply assume death. She felt absolutely horrible for making the Famine horseman recall whatever it was he was feeling with that quick blush.
She nodded quickly, absolutely willing to change the subject for him. "Oh ... hmmm, I don't know." She gazed around the garden, looking for something to inspire her. She'd never had any particular favorites. Maybe bird of paradise?
"Ah, I know. Though I don't know if you'd have it here?" She looked around once more, but there wasn't any sort of pond in the area, so there was no way it would be there. "It's called pennywort I think? It grows in ponds and waterways, like little dots of green." She smiled softly, thinking of the ponds on the Conquest island.
Now she'd made herself upset, and Kiwi upset. Some lady she was. Ying stood up and said, "I think we can find at least one good flower, if we work together, yes?" She held a hand out to help Kiwi up. "Shall we?"
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