No Accounting For Taste

Xanadu Weyr - Wildflower Boutique
// Whitewashed walls form the canvas for the colourful array of flower, garden and decorative goods that are to be found lining the shop's polished shelves and smooth granite countertops. Around the edge of the room, a slim metal frame supports deep glass buckets in which a variety of freshly-cut flowers sit to be selected for bouquets and arrangements from as few as half a dozen stems to much grander affairs. Above them, shelves contain a selection of clay, glass and stone vases, handheld gardening equipment and decorative stock, such as ribbons, small cans of waterproof paint and fancy paper wrapping. Fertiliser, pots and troughs are kept on display outside and beneath an adjustable awning in-case of rain, a wider range available upon request.
Three islands in the centre of the shop floor provide space for gift items and the like, including metal flower pins, single ornamental stems for vases, and taller metal blooms to be stood in gardens. A price list notes them as crafted by Ka'el and also available in precious metals such as gold and silver. Other items on the counters include a range of small bouquets deliberately designed with firelizard delivery in mind, meadow-themed silver jewellery, and small gift-baskets containing the seeds and markers needed to start small herb gardens and plant window boxes.
The main service counter is situated along the back wall, where a list of bouquet prices and other fresh flower products, including circlets, arrangements for special occasions, and petals by the bag can be seen on a large chalk board hung on the wall.//

Summer is done for! YES die cruel heat that makes skirts hard to wear. Over the last few days, the warm air has chilled, at first the evenings cooled and required a small sweater, the day followed suit and with it brought bright autumnal colors of orange, red, and yellow. Leaves fall from the trees like they were falling for the ground, the forest releasing itself like a cat sheds its fur. Yes, a glorious time for people who prefer the world fully dressed. Late afternoon and Evangeline has freed herself from the terrible binds of chores. Today she is wearing a bright orange skirt, collared white shirt of fine linen buttoned at her neck and wrists is covered by an oversized riding jacket that VERY MUCH does not belong to her; it is easily two sizes too big. In a rare moment, the young lady is not alone, with her browsing through the boutique is a petite blonde girl who looks to be about 10 turns old. The two seems to be at home together, chatting animatedly while meandering through the shop.

The two girls gab to each other happily, Evangeline picks up a small colorful flower pin and examines it, "The color here though Odi, I don’t know if it's me, but it's /so/ pretty." The blonde nods, following along and humoring the older girl. After a few moments, the young blonde turns, hands Evi three marks, and gives her a hug. There's something private about the way the two are with each other, hinting that the relationship being observed could be precious to both of them. "Odi, those eggs hatch soon ok? Thank you SO Much for presents, I love you." A wave and the smaller blonde form of Oddisa makes her way out of the shop. Marks are quickly tucked into the jacket's inner pocket, and she turns to wave at Katailea, "Katailea! Is this not the best weather ever?" The happiness in her tone is unmistakable, each word is met with a bounce. "See anything you like?" Flouncing, along with the displays, a bright pink flower is picked up and sniffed, a soft Mmmmm escaping. "The barracks could use some of that, you know. The boys kind of smell. My cousin Odi is down for my turn-day, we have dinner tonight." Explaining the petite platinum blonde girl, and possibly her good humor.

Katailea sends a glance after the girl's leaving form before turning her attention back to Evangeline. "You're cousin?" she guesses with a no in the direction of the door, clarifying the relationship based on what she's told. "Yes," she agrees to the current weather status. "Now if it could just stay like this and not get colder," she adds with a grin. It won't though and winter will be just as good a season for other things, but that is still plenty far off. Its a questioning look that meets the weaver for the inquiry that follows. Anything she likes? There's no answer for that, rather a slight shake of her head and a giggle for the younger girl's commentary on smells. "There are times," that at least they can agree upon. "Oh? Well happy turnday.

"Yeah, she's my favorite of them." Evangeline rolling her eyes and grinning from ear to ear, placing the flower back in its container of water, she kneels down to sniff another one. "I don't know, I've never been anywhere that got actually cold before. I know it snows here, though." Scanning the shop further, the girl spots something and flounces towards the far wall, "OH- MAN look at this." Sitting on a bottom shelf, nearly fully hidden from view, is the world's UGLIEST cat/dragon statue. The person sculpting the tiny thing must have been having a crisis on what to make, it's terracotta color does not help it at all. "Thank you, I was hoping we would have eggs hatching by now…" Holding up her new prized possession, she tucks it close to her chest. "Are you expecting family at the hatching?" Casual inquiries while she searches for more hidden garden horrors.

Katailea laughs lightly, "Yeah, well most places I've been don't get too cold, but some do," she comments, green eyes narrowing just a bit as she tries to follow what the other has spotted from her kneeling vantage point. When that little statue is pulled out of the recesses her response is carefully worded, "That's.. adorable." Maybe. No, not really, but if Evi likes it she'll go along with it (for now at least). "Soon," she goes on to say of the eggs. Not that that helps either, that's what they've been hearing for days. Soon. The question of family brings a shake of her head, and a simple "No," in response. "How about you?"

If Evangeline notices Katailea's lack of enthusiasm for her new garden monstrosity, she shows no sign, a big smile still plastered on her face as she cradles it like a newborn. The fact that she has no garden does not seem to be bothering her. NOPE. "I didn't bring a jacket, I had this one lying around so." The shrugs given is too casual, the attempt at blase disinterest is heavy-handed. Maybe she's a master thief. "No one?" Head tilting to one side, momentarily distracted from haunting the gardeners. "Is that easier? I have everyone coming, half my family is from Xanadu, it's basically a family gathering each hatching." Nose tweaking to one side and eyes rolling up in her head. "I'm sure they'll at least be nice once it's all over." There's no sadness in her voice, it's obvious she is not expecting much from this. "Have you ever been to a hatching before?" Absentmindedly she is stroking the flowers and flicking the metal ones to make a TING. Even when chatting, Evi is never still.

"Me either," Katailea notes of her own lack of jacket, but that doesn't seem to bother her one way or the other, nor does Evangeline's investigation of all those little things. The trader does her own share of looking, but doesn't reach out for any of it, offering a shrug in response to the question of it being easier. "Honestly, my family doesn't even know why I'm here." So maybe it is, maybe it isn't. "I'm sure of it," she agrees with a soft smile towards Evi about her family's reaction in whatever the aftermath of this soon to be hatching. "No," the older girl answers that last with another shake of her head. She'll not ask the same given that answer has already been provided in the form of previous commentary.

"Are you scared?" Evangeline seems to have mastered asking the perkiest, happiest, most in-depth question while also making small tinging noises on everything that will make a sound. There's rampant curiosity in her fingertips, running them around every display and object that catches her eye. "My family um, they think this is the best thing for me. Well, partially." As if struck by an idea, she kneels down and fishes out another statue, she is a metal detector for hideous decor. The thing fished out from beneath a shelf is a herdbeast, but it's the BRIGHTEST shade of pink, ugly fuschia shades with yellow spots that are too circular to be anything but polka dots. The animal is also oddly gaunt, an emaciated polka dot herdbeast whose legs are FAR too long. Man. "OOh! How do I even /decide/?" She looks clearly torn, ugly dragon/cat or malnourished spotted herdbeast? Still has no garden either.

Katailea can only shrug again, "Maybe a little nervous," because she's not about to admit that the idea of the impending event might have her scared. She could ask the same thing of Evangeline, but it's something else that she asks, "Best thing?" That particular comment has her curiosity. "That's…." she starts as that newest item is produced. "I don't have words for that." It's hideous is what it is.

"If um- if I don't impress, I will soon be married. My mother has it all arranged." Evangeline's voice betrays her, breaking slightly and dropping some of the happiness she seems to carry like a shield. "My father and my mother aren't together, and Da wants whatever I want. His Ma is my Nana." Honestly, anymore family talk, and she might have to pull out her chart since the depths of Evangeline's family ties are a bit much. Holding up both statues, she shrugs, "Ok, we will get this one, but I'm going to come back for you." Placing the polka-dotted monster back on the shelf, one finger booping his nose ring with a squeak. Walking to the counter, she hands the man her marks and has her purchase wrapped up in multiple layers of packing paper. "Sorry, I um- well I have dinner to go to, you can come if you wish?" Yes, inviting this person, she has only known a few months to her turn-day dinner with all seven billion of her family members. SURE.

Katailea ahs, that nod all too understanding for the girl's situation. There's something she hasn't said, and something that remains unsaid, though the perceptive might catch the hint in the wry smile she offers. "It'll all work out." It might not be the most helpful response for what the younger candidate has shared, but its at least close to the truth. Whatever happens will happen. "Thanks, but I wouldn't want to intrude." On the whole family dinner thing.

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