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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 12, 2012 17:07:39 GMT -5
'He was rich and learned, no doubt, but he always spoke slightingly of the sun and the pretty flowers, because he had never seen them.'
Stretching her arms Holly put the book back down on the counter. With a yawn she picked up her steaming coffee and pushed her glasses to their place. Once a little more awake she stood and adjusted her apron.
“Okay, who’s thirsty?” She asked aloud as she grabbed her watering can.
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Post by Henry Mills on Jun 12, 2012 17:10:49 GMT -5
"I am," a voice answered, accompanied by Henry coming into the shop. "But not that much." Henry smiled at the flower shop owner. "Good morning."
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 12, 2012 17:16:31 GMT -5
Shaking the watering can she smiled at Henry. Removing her apron she put it down next to her book on the counter top.
“This is plant food, so unless you have hidden roots would you like a juice box?” She asked as she popped into the back where the fridge resided.
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Post by Henry Mills on Jun 13, 2012 0:12:14 GMT -5
Henry couldn't help but chuckle. "Sure, that would be great." He looked around the shop. "So, how are things?"
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 13, 2012 6:24:43 GMT -5
“Blooming.” She said with a smile as she rifled around in her fridge. Holly knew she didn’t really know the boy very well but she had heard we was trustworthy and honest… well about most things apparently. After hearing so much good she wondered why he would suddenly be swept up in such a fantasy. But he was a child and had it been her she would probably have believed it too, when she was ten. Since then however the world had showed her that there was no magic… or happy endings.
“Maha! Here we go!” She cried triumphantly bringing Henry the gape flavoured juice box.
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Post by Henry Mills on Jun 13, 2012 19:31:36 GMT -5
"Oh, thanks!" Henry accepted the juice box and started to drink through the little straw. "I promised that I'd do this for a friend... Have you ever been to the Gilded Wings Art Gallery? There's some amazing paintings in there!"
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 14, 2012 15:01:00 GMT -5
“A friend, eh?” Holly asked with a raised eyebrow. “Well hun, you can tell your friend that I have only been to the gallery to help set up the flowers for events.” Returning to her desk she refastened her apron and picked up the watering can again.
“Though as far as I remember the paintings were pretty.” Pushing her glasses up again she went about watering the flowers.
“Why do ya ask anyway?”
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Post by Henry Mills on Jun 14, 2012 16:00:25 GMT -5
"I told her that I'd help her bring in more customers," Henry replied. "Next time you go there, look for Sara Wallace. She painted most of the art in the gallery."
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 14, 2012 16:52:45 GMT -5
“Sure, I suppose a night of sophistication would be good for little old me.” Holly agreed as she inspected the petals on a lotus.
“Do you know much about flowers Henry?” She asked absently. “Each one has its very own meaning, determined by colour, shape, size and most people… most people don’t see past the physical.”
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Post by Henry Mills on Jun 14, 2012 17:06:52 GMT -5
Henry blinked. That was an off-hand topic. "They do?" The boy went closer to one of the many flowers and inspected it. "Huh. So... what do these mean?" he asked, motioning to a small selection.
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 14, 2012 18:46:30 GMT -5
“Well,” Holly said saddling up to him to see which flowers he was pointing to. “Those are Alyssum meaning beauty beyond worth and next to them are Larkspur that represents an open heart.” Gently she patted him on the head and then moved to return the watering can to its place.
“Most florists arrange flowers according to colour, occasion and whatnot but I arrange them according to the meaning a customer wishes to convey. You know, it’s the little things that make life special even if you don’t personally know the meaning of them.” For a moment she paused and then shook herself when she noticed she had let her mind wander.
“Sorry, I’m rambling again.” She apologised as she leaned against the counter. “Was there anything else you needed?”
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Post by Henry Mills on Jun 15, 2012 13:11:08 GMT -5
"No, it's interesting, actually," Henry reassured her. "I didn't know that flowers could have so many meanings." The boy tapped his finger against his chin. "Actually... can I come back later? I might have something I need to ask you... flower-wise..."
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 15, 2012 16:32:15 GMT -5
“Sure, you are welcome anytime… unless we’re closed, then please don’t break into my shop.” She teased with a smile.
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Post by Henry Mills on Jun 22, 2012 21:30:28 GMT -5
Henry giggled. "Don't worry, I won't," he assured her. "But you will check out that art gallery, right? It's the Gilded Wings Art Gallery, in town a little ways. I'm sure the artist will really appreciate it."
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on Jun 23, 2012 12:02:06 GMT -5
“I may just do that lil’ man.” Holly said as she adjusted her glasses. The kid was alright, she would be happy for him to come look around her shop whenever he pleased. It was refreshing to think that nature could out do nurture.
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