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Post by pandy on May 28, 2013 20:52:09 GMT -6
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Not gonna bend over and curtsy for you | | | [cs=2] Elaina cursed under her breath as the toe of her boot caught on a partially buried root. Thankfully she caught herself while still upright, but the prospect of her face having a sudden meeting with the ground filled her with chagrin. She straightened, turning back to the root to glare at it and give it a little kick. There, that was better.
Though now that her rapid pace had been interrupted, maybe it was a good time to stop. Elaina interlaced her fingers and stretched her arms high over her head, breathing in the crisp late morning air. It was getting warm, the first hints of summer taking over, but at this height there was still a little bite in the air. Normally the young woman hated the cold, but with her blood warm from the hike, it was a welcome variation.
Usually she would be worrying about work, but today was her day off and she took the chance to explore the mountain area.She had heard rumors of rare plants that grew in the range; nothing particularly magical, but rare nonetheless. Elaina was hoping she would find some, and maybe some seedlings if she was lucky. But even if she didn't find anything, Elaina was incredibly glad to be out in the air and away from the little town.
In celebration, she let out a loud cross between a yawn and a groan, listening to it echo back to her.
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Post by SASHA L. on Jun 18, 2013 21:57:31 GMT -6
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"No luck yet."
The blonde said with a sigh, letting the air cool her off. The young woman tugged at her shirt as she rested on the mountain and admired the view. Her brand new hiking boots had inflicted serious blisters that she would have to treat later. Fortunately, her backpack was still pretty light which was her only comfort. After all, the florist only carried around the essentials. All she had needed was a plant book, some water, and a way to know where she was. Sasha had left the new shop closed before its grand opening. It still wasn’t ready. Not just yet. It needed that special touch, somehow. She’d already blown the entire budget on redecorating and stocking her new shop with plants until she could grow her own. The only thing left now was to hope her ranch blossomed soon, and to scavenge wildflowers for seeds. She’d already collected a couple of different flowers. They would make excellent, and cheap, additions to her farm.
Still, no sign of the supposed rare plants that populated the mountainside. Everything she had passed hadn’t looked rare. The blonde had spent way too long stopping and starting as she flipped through the worn pages of her guidebook. Nothing new, everything had been catalogued already. She needed them though; it would make the opening of her shop even more spectacular. She smiled at the thought, having already begun to brag to her close relatives back at home with colorful pictures of herself and her new shop. But still no rare seedlings for the taking, reminded a little voice in the back of the girl’s head. Sasha huffed in annoyance at the dumb rumors. What kind of plants were they exactly? Were they even in season right now? Could it be that she was looking for plants that hadn’t even sprouted!? The thought made her pale a little before the woman shook her head. It was still too early to give up.
She shivered, a sign that the rest she had taken had been too long. Standing up and dusting herself off, the heiress stretched her arms above her head feeling for a small pop in her back. As she did, she was startled as sudden terrible sound that echoed through the air and fell back down. “What in God’s name?” Sasha managed as she regained her footing again. “Hello?” she yelled at the sky blinking at the echo. As the question was thrown back at her she couldn’t help but beam at the empty scenery. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d yelled into the open like that, if ever. Positively giddy, the woman yelled again this time more interested in how her voice bounced back. “Anyone out there?” the woman asked listening intently to the echoes. Satisfied with the results, Sasha turned and continued on her path only to flush a little as she spotted another blonde, so close to her own position. Oh dear, how humiliating! Sasha took a calming breath hoping she could pass off the red tint in her cheek with exertion. “Good Morning,” Sasha greeted as she forced herself to regain the same grace she displayed in public.
notes hope you like it ;u;
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