fields of dreams {o p e n}

[pup]

Tiffany d11f Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me for centuries My hands carefully wrap around the flowers, picking and sorting through the Roses, the Tulips, the Irises. My gentle eyes survey the bouquet that is my most recent creation. I lean in close and take a small sniff at the sweet smelling lilacs, the elegant and beautiful Gardenias, and the Freesia with the interesting orange to red gradient splatterted across it's soft petals. I gently cup the flowers in my hand, guiding them over to a little clay vase at the checkout counter where I then place their stems in the watery bath at the bottom of the vase. In my minds eye, I could envision the beautiful artwork I could easily make by intertwining the flowers together into an astounding array, but I had to resist my artistic urge. I already got in trouble this week after going into one of my little daydreams, and while my dream had taken me to a beautiful land far away from this wretched district my I had accidently turned the merchendise into a piece of art. My boss had gotten angry at me for not doing any 'real' work when I could have been out collecting more petulas. He still took what I had made and sold it. Today was a slower than usual day in the shop, only one person had come in throughostout the whole day. Normally we get at least one or two citizens in by today and a peacekeeper wanting to buy a flower for some romantic endeavor or another. I've tried my hardest to keep something to occupy me and not slip into a state of boredom which then leads to daydreams which then leads to getting yelled at by the boss. I moved over to behind the counter where I then proceded to occupy my mind eith replacing the water in the vases. After a few minutes of that, I heard the bell ring signifying the front door opening. I swiftly moved to the counter to see who it is. "Welcome." I say, trying to sound happy, but my automatic shyness kicked in and it sounded more like a stuttered whisper. "Tell me if you need any help." I tried to smile too, as I was told to do by the boss, but my smile ends up not being large or especially happy like most people in shops and insteads becomes a small quiet smile which shows I want to run and hide in the back to just get away from an encounter with someone I don't know. And just one mistake Is all it will take We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries

OOC: so im home sick right now and bored out of my mind thank you for picking up this thread, whoever does. This is my very first thread with Tiffany and so I'm really need help trying to flesh out her character

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Tamron Rhodes

There was a time when I loved flowers for what they weren’t. It was when I dreamed of a place where I could escape to and I would imagine these wildflowers growing around me, growing like they never could in District 11. But when Crusader died and Wes left us for good, it was hard to imagine a world where that could happen. It was time for me to realize that I had to commit to my family and the only flowers I would see were the weeds that grew outside our house.

Flowers were now a reality for us again, however, what with the garden growing outside the Victor mansion that Harbinger lived in. We lived with him out of the kindness of his heart, but I knew that it would only be a matter of time before we kicked out for the newlyweds. As much as we loved Navya and she loved us, we were bothersome for the couple. The rest of the family still didn’t know—a secret between my brother, Navya, Ikaia, and I—and it was difficult to keep it to myself. The best I could do was send a veiled message to them, hoping that Harbinger and Navya would pick it up while the others couldn’t.

It wasn’t much, but I thought I had to do something to celebrate, and so I reverted to my childish self and searched for a flower shop that could provide me with what I needed. I was no expert in flowers—that much could be gathered from the moment I stepped into the shop—and the little bell rang over my head as I stared in wonder and confusion. How do I pick the best flowers for the occasion? What do these flowers even mean? What if I pick the wrong ones?

My despair was answered with a voice from behind the counter as I pulled myself out of my mind and back into reality. A welcome, an offer of help, and my mind started spinning as I perhaps overeagerly nodded and responded. “Oh yes, please help.” In my excitement, I neglected to see the girl shrinking, looking as if she wanted to be anywhere other than this conversation. “I’m sorry. It’s just—I don’t know anything about flowers, but I want to buy some as a gift. Can you help?”

“They’re for…a celebration,” I offered, trying not to spill the secret. It was difficult for me to keep secrets to myself which was why I was surprised that Harbinger and Navya would entrust a secret this big with me. Still, I hadn’t slipped…yet. “Something joyous, but I also can’t have it too ostentatious. Would you happen to know which flowers would best express that?”

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