[size=20]A[/size][size=13]rya's work week consisted of what some might have considered endless hours. However, naturally entrepreneurial as she was, it was a rare day when the woman considered it work at all. She loved being surrounded by flowers, nurturing them and arranging them and, finally, sending them off to the homes of people where they'd be cherished as gifts or just a little something to brighten the kitchen windowsill. And that was all without the mention of her shady little side business, which might have been a legal spot of greenery if not for the additional compounds that Arya enjoyed to experiment with mixing into their soil.
Today was no different from the others, and it found her floating through the store, adjusting bouquets and ringing up orders, recommending combinations and flowers for different occasions. She never bustled off to the greenhouse, nor left the counter unattended too long - this was possible without any employees at this time, though she was finding that the store often had busy moments that were beginning to be a little too much for her to handle alone. Perhaps it was time for her to consider hiring...
This was her thought track as someone approached her, shaking Arya from her reverie and bringing her back to the present. "Oh, why thank you! A favourite? It would have to be the humble tulip, though I don't recommend them for every occasion..." Brushing some of the soil from her gardening gloves and then removing them each with a pinch of the opposite hand's fingers, the florist offered her palm to shake. "I'm Arya. Can I ask what - or who - you're shopping for? I can give a better recommendation that way." The words were accompanied by a pleasant smile as slim tendrils of hair breezed across her face in the slightly humid air of the shop.[/size]
Today was no different from the others, and it found her floating through the store, adjusting bouquets and ringing up orders, recommending combinations and flowers for different occasions. She never bustled off to the greenhouse, nor left the counter unattended too long - this was possible without any employees at this time, though she was finding that the store often had busy moments that were beginning to be a little too much for her to handle alone. Perhaps it was time for her to consider hiring...
This was her thought track as someone approached her, shaking Arya from her reverie and bringing her back to the present. "Oh, why thank you! A favourite? It would have to be the humble tulip, though I don't recommend them for every occasion..." Brushing some of the soil from her gardening gloves and then removing them each with a pinch of the opposite hand's fingers, the florist offered her palm to shake. "I'm Arya. Can I ask what - or who - you're shopping for? I can give a better recommendation that way." The words were accompanied by a pleasant smile as slim tendrils of hair breezed across her face in the slightly humid air of the shop.[/size]
