She looked around for a moment and returned her hazel eyes back to him. “I’m not too sure. Maybe flowers..”
“I—ah, oh.” He gave a soft, slightly embarrassed bout of laughter— lips curling into an apologetic smile. “Excuse me… I wasn’t aware— that would be me. I, ah.. I’m a florist, you see.”
Retrieving his hand, he looked around, from right to left, at her question. “Smell..? I don’t believe so.. what do you smell?” After all, nothing seemed out of ordinary to him.
Cam looks down at the hand curiously, before gently taking it in his own and giving a light shake. “Nice to meet you, Felicity… I’m Cam.” He returns her smile softly, feeling a bit at ease due to her delicate seemingly demeanour.
((aww, don’t worry— tumblr eats asks too often, happens all the time!))
”.. Mm? Hello there, miss.”
He gives her a soft smile and nods his head slowly.
-She grins.- Yes, I agree! I do love argyle. ♪ -She purses her lips in thought.- Nn… but I like helping Mama, so it doesn’t make me all that great or anything. Hah, I could never be cooler than you two! But I guess I sort of take after the both of you, so who knows? ♥
-She hums happily, admiring the flowers in her hands with gentle eyes.- Wow, Cam… they’re so pretty! You’re really good at this sort of thing— one day, you’ll have to teach me how to keep flowers looking this healthy, okay? I’m jealous. ♥
Liking to help others.. it’s a very important component in maturity. [smiles thoughtfully] Nevertheless, you’ll surely become a wonderful adult… naturally, I mean, not through any more terrifying spells.
[he kneels down to her height, long, thin fingers carefully grazing over the petals of the bouquet in her hands] Thank you. … Really, it’s.. just love.. love and care make any flowers bloom happily, it’s what also keeps them healthy after being cut.. things will live longer to experience such feeling, if just for another day… [musing softly, he shook himself slightly into a more alert state] I think you do have what it takes to grow lovely flowers, Cheryl.
((which is totes super okay. c:))
Every.. day? [corner of his lips curling into a half-smile, he raises a hand to rub the nape of his neck]
You don’t have to make up for anything, but.. your company is always welcome, Phillip.
Yes, I agree… I can’t believe I had to wear something like that… -A faint pink tints the highest part of her cheeks as she smiles.- Eh? Am I really? I hope so. I want to be mature and cool like you someday ♪ Though I don’t seem to be very cool yet… -She pouts cutely, thus proving why she’ll never be cool.-
Yes, he’s been all over the place lately. I worry about his health when he does that, but I’m sure he’ll be fine. -She lets go of him and winks, placing a finger to her pursed lips.- It’ll just have to be our super special awesome trip, then! ♥
At least.. when you do grow older, you’ll know better for the future. Your argyle prints do suit you better, after all, haha.
Mhm, you are, to help your mother in the shop nearly every day.. not many people your age are so willing to be helpful. [chuckling, he ruffles her hair gently]
You’re well on your way, who knows.. you may even be cooler than me and your brother combined.
He hasn’t visited me on his days off like usual, but, yes, I’m sure he’ll be okay.. if he’s as half as smart as his bright little sister. [smile not leaving his face, he turns to pick up two modest bundles of flowers, bouquets of pink roses and marguerites, and hands one to Cheryl] Ahah, that is shall be. And, if we’re lucky, we may be able to get back by lunchtime.
-Laughing, she couldn’t help but smile behind her hand.- Ah— I’m sorry if the image of me all grown up frightens you, Cam. I was pretty freaked out, myself. But I’m little again, so it’s all okay now. -She wiggles her fingers in front of her face as if reassuring herself, humming.-
-Following his finger as he tapped her and going cross-eyed, she immediately brightened at the mention of the Goddess Pond.- Ahh—! Can we really?! That would be the best ever! ♥
It was just.. startling.
Especially in such clothing.
[he raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, shaking his head faintly, as if scolding whoever thought to cast such a spell on her]
Yes, hoping it stays that way too, besides.. [he gave her a brief wink] if you ask me you’re very mature for your age.
[smiling widely, he can’t help but laugh softly through his nose at her excitement]
Of course, if you’d like something to do.
We could invite your brother along, but… it seems he’s been quite busy lately.
She nodded, looking down at the snow for a moment, pondering as to how to respond. “I suppose it is quite a commitment.. Though, I do enjoy it, and it is a good way to spend the time. For me, it is more of a way of life. Something I have become accustomed to.” The sunlight shone down on her, warming her face ever so gently. She smiled, basking in the glory and warmth that she missed from standing out in the cold. She glanced up to the sky and noticed a few gray clouds making their way over toward them. She frowned slightly, not wanting to welcome the possible change in weather. She let out a tiny, almost inaudible sigh, realizing that there was nothing she could do to change nature herself. She would just have to enjoy what time she had before it began to snow again.
His response surprised her slightly. His way of speaking and thinking was something most people, from her experience, did not have. A soft smile passed her lips when he smiled at her. She was intrigued, and hoped the storm would stay away long enough for her to learn more. “You are right.. It is good to hear someone say that.” Her voice was soft, and soothing when she spoke. His statement brought her into a meditative frame of mind, and she stood there, looking dumbfounded for a moment before shaking her head and snapping herself out of it. “You are quite interesting. Perhaps you could tell me what it is you think about when you come here? Perhaps life? The universe?”
“A way of life… hmm.” He mused this over with slightly pursed lips, as if rolling around the sentence on his tongue, tasting the words of their potential meaning. He understood what she meant once he applied it to his own habits; arranging flowers and growing them, for him, was a way of life, something he couldn’t function without. Even these walks could be taken as a way, he had always done so since living in Bluebell, every week, routine yet they never lost their calming effect. “I think.. it’s good of you to have something like that, to stick to it, not many people.. are so disciplined.” He nodded firmly, meeting Nori’s eyes briefly with a small smile playing on his face.
Something grumbled overhead and the whistle of sharp wind could be heard in the distance; a storm, perhaps the furthest thing from favourable at this very moment, especially right after a break of sun… almost seemed mocking, in a way.
Cam tipped his head to the side slightly as Nori’s gaze shifted into something thoughtful— as if she was looking far away; it was always so interesting to catch people in such a state, one could only wonder what thoughts occupied them so heavily.
“I.. uh… interesting?” Stumbling, a faint wash of pink dusting his cheeks, he found himself flattered at the abrupt compliment, people rarely knew him well enough to bring up compliments other than his profession, it was something he wasn’t used to in the slightest. “Thank you, but.. the universe? I couldn’t imagine where to begin pondering something like that.. but,” he bit the inside of his cheek for a moment. “But, life.. sometimes, yes, how people are, why they do the things they do, why things are the way they are…” He shook his head, pale brunette strands of hair shaking slightly in tandem, stopping himself before losing his track of thought. “I’m sure.. you must come upon interesting thoughts while meditating…?”
The sun was starting to glow once more— strong, with bright prominence. The clouds of winter that were once nigh constant overcast were gradually being dispelled, allowing beams and rays to glisten off the pond’s liquid surface, making the dew upon the greenery sparkle and shine. With the sparrows chirping early this morning and ducks fishing for their breakfast— it was a gorgeous, glorious morning for spring.
And if there was one thing the break of winter was good for, it was growth. Bags of seeds in hand, he walked his usual path along the mountainside, taking in the new scenery with careful green eyes, enjoying the cool breeze— still carrying a hint of winter frost. Most people saw winter as a time of death, when really, it was the season of renewal, bringing the lush nature around them back to its resplendent state; people would become spoiled and ungrateful if something so grand was constant.
Every so often he stopped on a heel, knelled down and opened the bag of seeds, picking thoughtfully where to place them. Under a tree where it will enjoy the sun one half of the day, and shade the next, along side the uphill steps of the mountain, placed liked treasures one must traverse towards, amongst the tall grass like weeds, spotting a burst of colour between the evergreen stalks. It wasn’t until he sat down beside the pond that a small smile graced his thin lips, knowing that this was the most ideal place for growth, flowers especially; abundant source of mineral enriched water, flawless view of the sun and much greenery to keep them company.
Yes, the morning glories would bloom wonderfully here.
He only hoped someone else would come to enjoy them, in time
little-miss-cherry replied to your post: -She, back to her usual child state, ran up to his booth, behind it, and went straight to him like a little duck, throwing her arms around his waist excitedly.- Big brother Caaam! ♥
I would have been more worried about what Ash would have said, had he seen me… But luckily I managed to hide from both of them. -She grins up at him, savoring the attention she’s receiving.- Do you have lots of pretty flowers today?
… I can only imagine his reaction. [his gaze focused left ward for a moment, not relishing the idea of Ash— or anyone— seeing their little sister in such a form she had been in]
Yes, very lucky, if something like that ever happens again.. you can come to me again, alright? It’d be best to save your mother and brother from the.. memory of it.
[matching her grin with a soft chuckle, his tone brightened up at the mention of flowers]
Ah—I do, yes. In fact… [he tapped the tip of her nose gently with a thin finger] We could take some to the pond you like to visit, as an offering to the Goddess, if you’d like.
Though.. my usual arrangements couldn’t be met, I was able to go down along the mountain path… watch the stars near the ponds there.
It was nice. [he nods thoughtfully, as if viewing the scene again in his thoughts]
I hope you enjoyed the Festival as well, Lyla.
Oh, Cheryl, you’re.. you look like you again.
[he smiled fondly down at her, placing a palm gently against the top of her head]
That’s a relief.
I can only imagine what your mother would’ve thought if she saw you like that…
[woken from his mildly asleep state, his kicks the sheets off from his bed and makes his way to the window, curious as to what that noise is— someone calling his name? a familiar voice]
A problem.. ? [at that he unhinges the window lock and pushes it open, holding back a sound of shock but unable to repress a bewildered look on his face]
A problem.. well..
There’s the understatement of the year.
It’s cold, put a jacket on.
[he shrugs off his violet vest, handing it over to her]
Nori’s face lit up slightly at his invitation to his shop. She often enjoyed seeing the beautiful flowers that he had on display and wanted to perhaps try growing some on her own. It was not often she traveled to Bluebell, though perhaps next time she should make a stop at his stand and buy something. It would give her something to do, especially since there was not much to do in the winter, especially since her grandfather had left.
She nodded, a small, soft smile across her lips. “Yes. Meditation. It is something I do almost everyday. I feel it makes me… more at peace.” She looked up at him expectantly. “Do you do anything of the sort?” She was somewhat surprised at his next statement. It was nice to hear someone speak of their thoughts in such a way. It was more of the soul and mind speaking, at least that is what she believed, and it was less superficial. She enjoyed it. “Is it fair of me to assume you think upon things deeply? From the way you speak, its sounds as if that is so.”
As the sun overhead began to crawl higher and higher across the sky, more and more glimpse of the its rays were sneaking through the faint layer of clouds, bringing brief moments of warmth and enjoyment. It was still cold, but it was nearing the end of the season, it wouldn’t be long before warmth was almost constant. At least for now, the short-lived breaths of sunbeams were enough to temporarily alleviate the stinging cold sensation from his skin.
“Everyday, that’s.. quite the commitment, I imagine it must be very good for you.” He never fancied the practice for himself, it wasn’t something introduced through Bluebell culture, but the idea of calm, silent peace was rather appealing. “Ah, no.. I.. just, take walks around here when I have free time, to think…” He replied a tad bashfully, it certainly didn’t sound as impressive and disciplined as meditation.
“Deeply?” He paused for a moment, olive eyes fixed on a patch of snow at foot, thin lips pressed together slightly in thought; he never thought much of his own way of thinking, but simply let it be, so the question startled him. “I.. suppose there’s.. just more meaning than most people initially believe.” He offered her a small smile at the vague answer.
Oh, Cam! If you like, you can come spend the Starry Night Festival with us. We’re having a party at the bar for those of us without a significant other. If you have no plans, feel free to drop by.
A bar…? Ah.
Hmm, I will consider it— thank you for.. extending the invitation to me, Lyla.
I wonder where Laney and Howard have been…
I usually spend the Starry Night Festival with them.