She straightens and salutes. "At once, my shadowy sorceress." And she turns on her heel as crisply as any Cohort recruit to shove her way out of the crowd.
Outside, she takes a deep breath. The crisp air is cool and refreshing, and it's a nice break to be in the quiet grounds surrounding the Bar rather than in the middle of the crush inside. She takes her time, and saunters into the greenhouse with her hands in her pockets, looking around.
At first she thinks it'll be next to impossible to find a flower that isn't a rose – the small glass building is filled to the brim with them. Many are growing wild; it seems whoever first brought them has left, and no one has come along to continue their work.
She walks around, looking critically at each bloom before considering or rejecting it. She finds a large white blossom (the label names it Lilium_candidum, Madonna lily) with long graceful petals and stamens sticking out like tongues; its fragrance is faintly funereal and she thinks that will please Harrow, so she plucks one long stem and turns to leave, only to be arrested by a small patch of sweet-smelling purple flowers.
After a moment's hesitation, she plucks one of these as well and makes her way back to the Bar.
Inside, it seems louder and more crowded than ever; she makes her way through the crush back to Harrow and bows with exaggerated manners, offering the lily for her to hold.
"For you," she says, and then straightens to gently tuck the violet behind Harrow's ear, and smile at the effect. "That one's for me."
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Date: 2020-11-02 04:44 pm (UTC)Outside, she takes a deep breath. The crisp air is cool and refreshing, and it's a nice break to be in the quiet grounds surrounding the Bar rather than in the middle of the crush inside. She takes her time, and saunters into the greenhouse with her hands in her pockets, looking around.
At first she thinks it'll be next to impossible to find a flower that isn't a rose – the small glass building is filled to the brim with them. Many are growing wild; it seems whoever first brought them has left, and no one has come along to continue their work.
She walks around, looking critically at each bloom before considering or rejecting it. She finds a large white blossom (the label names it Lilium_candidum, Madonna lily) with long graceful petals and stamens sticking out like tongues; its fragrance is faintly funereal and she thinks that will please Harrow, so she plucks one long stem and turns to leave, only to be arrested by a small patch of sweet-smelling purple flowers.
After a moment's hesitation, she plucks one of these as well and makes her way back to the Bar.
Inside, it seems louder and more crowded than ever; she makes her way through the crush back to Harrow and bows with exaggerated manners, offering the lily for her to hold.
"For you," she says, and then straightens to gently tuck the violet behind Harrow's ear, and smile at the effect. "That one's for me."