Post by valdis on Apr 14, 2013 9:56:03 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable]   she's got her head up in the clouds "Flowers! Flowers! Lotsa, lotsa flowers~!" Why did nobody ever have flower festivals where she was from? They certainly had lots of festivals and lots of flowers, lots and lots, but never a single itty bitty flower festival! Needless to say, the eccentric redhead was high on the event two weeks prior to the festival itself. The entirety of her storefront had been dressed and covered in flowers, from decorated pots lining the entrance to the lavish garlands draped off of the rooftop and around the store. It was lucky that she had friends to remind her that it was a whole two weeks away, not to mention that Val would have to water all these lovely delicate beauties or else they would die before the festival even started. There were few casualties, besides those which Valdis gave orange juice as a 'treat'. The night before the festival entertained no sleep. Not when Val had so many wreathes to prepare, baskets to fill with petals, and an outfit in desperate need of coordinating! Throughout the entirety of the evening to the following morning, the lights filtered through the drawn lattice curtains, the fleeting shadow of a one Miss Gartner passing behind them. One could never tell with how bright-eyed and bushy-tailed the young mistress appeared, already stacking her celebratory wares into a wagon when the roosters began to crow from the ranching district. A skip possessing her high-heeled step, Valdis made her way through the drowsy district towards the town plaza, humming and singing her delightful song to herself and those stirred enough to hear her. Why would anyone be sleeping still though? There was a festival to be had! Even seeing the barely occupied cobblestone square did nothing to dampen her spirits. Instead she wave brightly to those who were there and continued on to where her stall had been erected, a bare bones structure ready to be enchanted with Val's special touch. Wreathes and sashes, silk dresses and even embellished hats, were all displayed across the long planks of the stall, a thin layer of petals scattered across the entirety of it. It was when she was planting the finishing touches on her temporary shop that something went wrong. Val had been careful enough to remove her shoes, which sat alone on the ground. Clinging her way up and onto the side of the stall, the giddy designer was ready to cover the very top board in garlands. Right up on her tippy toes, humming away while she weaved them under, over, and through each other. All until she saw another face and extended a friendly festival morning greeting. "Hey! Welcome to the-AH!" WORDS: 444 TAGS: open! credit to ALPHA of BACK TO NEVERLAND |