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.location. the floressence emporium, midgrasp
.location. the floressence emporium, midgrasp
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Briar hated mornings. She hated having to drag herself out of bed especially if she was in her cottage on the outskirts of the city. In all honesty, it would surprise anyone if her store was open before 10, but she had to go home. She had to get her "babies", Rosie and Thorne, to get them prepared to travel to the Realm of the Fae with her older brother, Gale before they and the other two "genius" triplets left for the holiday. They all hated spending holidays in Ariosa, something about the rowdiness of the crowds and the stench of shadow magic and shifters getting to be too much to handle. They were Lightfoots, after all, and Lightfoots have no need nor desire to spend time among those on Pangea when they can spend it together. Safe. Briar knew they were just being pretentious and paranoid. Thus, being the reason she never went home and adored the Solstice; the fireworks, the parties, the crowds, the number of sales she'd make in a day. It exhilarated her every year.
And as much as she hated leaving her pets with anyone who wasn't Arlo or Seb, but they had to go; Thorne, her childhood cat, was getting sick from being away from the Realm of the Fae for too long and refused to eat Feyberries; and her baby pitbull, Rosie, was terrified of fireworks and... frankly they were both codependent on each other and despite her parents' apprehension of allowing non-Fey creatures into the Realm, they still couldn't say no to their "baby petal's" pleads (and whining). So, after a week of bothering the triplets, Gale, the most stoic of the three surprisingly cracked and here they, and their personal guard, were tapping their foot in annoyance, looking from their youngest sister through her everchanging maze of a shop and yelling her name over the music playing through the speakers definitely wouldn't help. But, in all honesty, Briar was "in the zone"
"You know, I have cared for a dog before." Briar stopped her rambling as she looked up at Gale. [color=]"I know, but you have never dealt with a dog that wasn't from the Realm and Rosie is special. She cannot eat the grass or else she gets sick and--.. and she's really sensitive to floral scents, especially lavender so keep her away from Magnus, and she really loves to sleep in her knitted pajamas--.."[/color] Gale took a deep and annoyed sigh. "If you know so much more than me, why don't you just come home and take care of her during the Solstice?" Briar scoffed. [color=]"No."[/color] The fairy didn't even look up as she fixed Rosie's pink collar as the pit bull continued to lick her owner's face. "Briar--.." She took another deep breath and scratched her pup's ear. [color=]"Sit."[/color] Right on command, Rosie sat down before Briar finally met her brother's eyes and stood up. Her brother towered over her even as he leaned on the counter of her shop and her in her high platform heels. [color=]"All of you are all the same."[/color] Briar pointed at her brother before walking away in a flourish to the back of her store. Gale rolled their eyes and followed close behind their sister. "Briar, I am just saying that you cannot stay forever." Briar aggressively scurried to her wall of flowers. [color=]"Why not?"[/color]
Gale looked at the flowers in front of them before reaching out for the lily of the valleys and handing them to Briar, who still refused to look at them as she seemed so invested in the wide array of lightly colored flowers in the bouquet that was nestled in her arms.
But, this Solstice felt different than the others she had celebrated in Astoria. This time she had a goal she wanted to complete and a plan she had to push herself to see through. No matter how many nervous thoughts raced through her head. None of that mattered. What mattered was all her orders were done, ready to pick up other than the one she was making special. The basket was filled with the brim with small trinkets she knew they'd like including pieces of jewelry from the realm of the fae that she no longer wore, a journal (with a small note written in it), and a book on shadow magic that she had Arlo... "borrow" from an abandoned book cart her, Seb, and Arlo had passed. The only thing that she needed was the bouquet of flowers created from flowers from her personal garden near the sanctuary, which was unheard of, she didn't let anyone have those flowers, not even the boys (not that that ever stopped them.) They're priceless to her, but she needed this gift to be perfect. The perfect "
as she looked down at the brightly colored bouquet created from an assortment of flowers from her , she had to see this through.
And as much as she hated leaving her pets with anyone who wasn't Arlo or Seb, but they had to go; Thorne, her childhood cat, was getting sick from being away from the Realm of the Fae for too long and refused to eat Feyberries; and her baby pitbull, Rosie, was terrified of fireworks and... frankly they were both codependent on each other and despite her parents' apprehension of allowing non-Fey creatures into the Realm, they still couldn't say no to their "baby petal's" pleads (and whining). So, after a week of bothering the triplets, Gale, the most stoic of the three surprisingly cracked and here they, and their personal guard, were tapping their foot in annoyance, looking from their youngest sister through her everchanging maze of a shop and yelling her name over the music playing through the speakers definitely wouldn't help. But, in all honesty, Briar was "in the zone"
"You know, I have cared for a dog before." Briar stopped her rambling as she looked up at Gale. [color=]"I know, but you have never dealt with a dog that wasn't from the Realm and Rosie is special. She cannot eat the grass or else she gets sick and--.. and she's really sensitive to floral scents, especially lavender so keep her away from Magnus, and she really loves to sleep in her knitted pajamas--.."[/color] Gale took a deep and annoyed sigh. "If you know so much more than me, why don't you just come home and take care of her during the Solstice?" Briar scoffed. [color=]"No."[/color] The fairy didn't even look up as she fixed Rosie's pink collar as the pit bull continued to lick her owner's face. "Briar--.." She took another deep breath and scratched her pup's ear. [color=]"Sit."[/color] Right on command, Rosie sat down before Briar finally met her brother's eyes and stood up. Her brother towered over her even as he leaned on the counter of her shop and her in her high platform heels. [color=]"All of you are all the same."[/color] Briar pointed at her brother before walking away in a flourish to the back of her store. Gale rolled their eyes and followed close behind their sister. "Briar, I am just saying that you cannot stay forever." Briar aggressively scurried to her wall of flowers. [color=]"Why not?"[/color]
Gale looked at the flowers in front of them before reaching out for the lily of the valleys and handing them to Briar, who still refused to look at them as she seemed so invested in the wide array of lightly colored flowers in the bouquet that was nestled in her arms.
But, this Solstice felt different than the others she had celebrated in Astoria. This time she had a goal she wanted to complete and a plan she had to push herself to see through. No matter how many nervous thoughts raced through her head. None of that mattered. What mattered was all her orders were done, ready to pick up other than the one she was making special. The basket was filled with the brim with small trinkets she knew they'd like including pieces of jewelry from the realm of the fae that she no longer wore, a journal (with a small note written in it), and a book on shadow magic that she had Arlo... "borrow" from an abandoned book cart her, Seb, and Arlo had passed. The only thing that she needed was the bouquet of flowers created from flowers from her personal garden near the sanctuary, which was unheard of, she didn't let anyone have those flowers, not even the boys (not that that ever stopped them.) They're priceless to her, but she needed this gift to be perfect. The perfect "
as she looked down at the brightly colored bouquet created from an assortment of flowers from her , she had to see this through.