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paradisa2013-04-07 09:29 pm
wishmadeinfire) wrote in paradisa2013-04-07 09:29 pm
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Spring Flowers Need a Little Help [ action ]
[ The saying was that 'April showers bring May flowers', but for Ashura that was taking a bit to long. So, he thought he might help it along a little. And he had promised Galadriel that he would show her flowers from his world, plants. Well, why not get a start on it before his promise entirely slipped his mind? And better to get a jump on decorating the rooms before Felix could rightly protest.
So, dressed in a robe of green, gold, and pink, the patterns that of swirling blossoms and growing trees, Ashura made his way through the lobby of the Castle with a large basket balanced on his hip, bright flowers poking their heads out over the rim and leaving not a few petals behind in his wake - a trail of petals rather than gingerbread crumbs. A portion would go into his chambers, and another portion would go out into the gardens. Certainly it was kept up by some unseen force, but it was nice, taking a small plot for himself to nurture, a left over from his mother, a way to honor her.
After stopping in his rooms to deposit the flowers he planned to arrange there, he gathered the basket and headed outside to the gardens, finding a clear space to claim. He settled, wishing up the tools of a gardener, arranging the earth with bright flowers the glittered like flame - white, yellow, orange, red, humming to himself as he went about his work, enjoying the chance to not freeze and spend time in sunshine that warmed instead of giving brittle effort. ]
[ooc: catch him walking through the castle halls with his basket of flowers our outside gardening! ]
So, dressed in a robe of green, gold, and pink, the patterns that of swirling blossoms and growing trees, Ashura made his way through the lobby of the Castle with a large basket balanced on his hip, bright flowers poking their heads out over the rim and leaving not a few petals behind in his wake - a trail of petals rather than gingerbread crumbs. A portion would go into his chambers, and another portion would go out into the gardens. Certainly it was kept up by some unseen force, but it was nice, taking a small plot for himself to nurture, a left over from his mother, a way to honor her.
After stopping in his rooms to deposit the flowers he planned to arrange there, he gathered the basket and headed outside to the gardens, finding a clear space to claim. He settled, wishing up the tools of a gardener, arranging the earth with bright flowers the glittered like flame - white, yellow, orange, red, humming to himself as he went about his work, enjoying the chance to not freeze and spend time in sunshine that warmed instead of giving brittle effort. ]
[ooc: catch him walking through the castle halls with his basket of flowers our outside gardening! ]