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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2017 16:46:29 GMT -6
Flower Delivery
Ciardha | Ali
Ciardha is keeping himself busy doing what he does best, working, and is interrupted by a visitor.
Time of Day: Afternoon
Weather: Hot
Location: The Palace
Timeline: Before Chapter 1 |
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Post by daKisha on Oct 24, 2017 6:16:41 GMT -6
ALI
<<Featuring>> Zyrael: Astrologist and Interpreter of Dreams (Group NPC) Aunt Phoebe (Official NPC) It’s an especially hot day in Inaria, and Ali is out making floral deliveries with her Aunt Phoebe at the palace. Normally Ali would make deliveries by herself, but the palace deliveries are too important to risk her possibly insulting an important customer with her tactless banter. They have to be quick because the bouquets will quickly wilt if left out in the scorching streets for too long. The waterfall pouring over the front of the palace does help to take the edge off the heat, but Aunt Phoebe glances up at the sun anxiously. She takes out a small scrap of parchment and a charcoal stick and quickly writes down a number. She gives it to Ali. “Here. This is the office that your batch of flowers need delivered to. I have to take mine to the concubines’ chambers. I would go with you, but I’m worried about what this heat will do to the bouquets. They need to get indoors as soon as possible.” Ali glances at the parchment. It has the number 52 on it. “It will probably take me a while to place the concubine’s bouquets, so I’ll meet you back home, okay? And if you meet anyone, for Kaia’s sake, think before you speak Alexandra,” Aunt Phoebe ends sternly, before hurriedly trotting away, her short, fluffy mane bouncing side to side. Ali walks towards the palace wing where the Talori officials, councilmen, and other important people had their offices, brightfully humming to herself. Her hooves echo off the walls decorated with mosaics. Some are portraits of past emperors and their great deeds. But most are of the Cascade, the Wave Mother, made up in stone of blues and greens: Ali’s favorite colors. Ali loves the colors of the sea, the stunning emeralds and aquamarines. Many of the clothes in her small wardrobe and few colored accessories are in these colors. Maybe she would go shopping for a new trinket after she finished this delivery. And buy a fruit smoothie. Yes, that sounded nice. Now what was she doing? Oh yes, delivering flowers. It had to be around here somewhere. Ali spots a gruff-looking but well dressed middle aged zonkey walking down the mosaic-filled hall with his nose stuck in a book. He looks like he might know his way around the palace. “Hello sir,” Ali chipperly greets, dipping her head, a little lower than she normally would. He at least looks like he could be an important person; she was in the palace after all. So better to overdo the greeting a little. “So sorry to bother you while you’re reading. I hope it’s a good book. I can’t read myself. But would you happen to know where I can find office number 52? I’m delivering some lovely bouquets. Aren’t the combination of corals and white roses stunning? Did you know white rose water has a large variety of uses, especially for skin problems?” What was that her aunt had said about thinking before talking? Opps. Well at least she didn’t say anything out of line. Right? Although with this zonkey’s scruffy appearance, maybe he would take offence to that bit about skin problems. Some horses were sensitive about those things. The zonkey very slowly looks up over his book following a long awkward silence that Ali was very used to. Most horses seem speechless when they first met her. He slightly tilts his head to see the bouquets carefully harnessed to her sides. “Ahem, yes” he clears his throat. “Very nice. The office you are looking for is in the third hall on the left, last door at the end.” “Wave mother bless you, sir.” And she dashed away before she could hear the zonkey’s response of “And may she keep you in her loving embrace.” 2 | 632 |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 10:07:35 GMT -6
He had been up all night, as per usual, working on his stack of paper work. His eyes strained as he stared at the words on the paper before him, dried scribbles swirling in his vision. Giving a soft sigh, he put his pen down, taking off his glasses to give them a quick clean with the soft rag he kept in the small drawer of his desk. His eyes drooped as he did so, ears laying back in a content, but tired manner. Chuckling softly to himself, he recalled all the times he had done just this: staying up too late and working, only to have Sashiel scold him for not taking care of himself. He could hear her soft voice yelling at him, trying to sound mad, but only breaking out in giggles while he tried to change the subject. It was a simpler time then..
Coughing into his cloth, he shook his head and balanced his glasses back before his eyes. Now was not the time to think of that; the past was the past, and he was doing himself no good dwelling on it. Picking up his pen, he chewed on the end of it out of habit, running fresh eyes over the document again. He had called for some tea from one of the indentured servants ages ago, but perhaps they got distracted. It wasnt long before his vision started to fade once more.
His head started to droop until he heard the murmur of voices down the hall, causing his head to snap up at attention and surprise. It was then that he heard the sound of shuffling hooves approaching his office door. Shaking his head once more, he widened his eyes in attempt to wake himself up. He assumed it was a servant with his tea.
"Did you get lost?" He asked, raising his gaze to the door. However, what he saw before him was not a servant at all. He did not recognize this mare, but when one was a councilor for how long he had been, the faces of the people start to blur together.
Shifting his glasses upon his face, he raised his brow in question.
"Good afternoon, can i help you?" He asked, giving the stranger a glance over. He noticed the flowers and note in her grasp. Perhaps she was here to make a delivery.. or on her way from a pick up. Or maybe she was lost too.
Placing his pen down, he pushed his paper to the side, awaiting an answer.
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Post by daKisha on Oct 24, 2017 13:50:02 GMT -6
Ali Office 52 was easy enough to find, thanks to the zonkey. She should have given him a discount token to the shop for being so helpful. He was wearing lots of dark blues. Maybe he would be interested in some cornflowers with violets.
Ali stopped in front of the door and quickly fixed her dreadlocks, making sure they were laying somewhat flat. On days as hot as this, hair sometimes just won’t listen.
Aunt Phoebe didn’t say if the owner of the office was expected to be there for the delivery, but Ali wanted to make sure she looked presentable just the same, wishfully thinking that it might be a handsome, young bachelor. You just never know when fate could be right behind your door.
She double checked the two bouquets to make sure all the pieces were in their proper place with no nasty beetle lurking about and then opened the door just as a voice from inside said, “Did you get lost?”
A dark hippocampi sat behind a desk piled high with stacks of paper. He had a very distinct crown of fin spines at the base of his head that jolted Ali’s memory. Yes, she had seen him before a few times at the Solstice Celebrations, usually amongst those gathered with the Emperor. A councilor, she thought, but she couldn’t recall his name, if she ever knew it. The only one she knew by name from that crowd besides the emperor was the recently arrived, hunky War Forged ambassador, Fijalahr. The macho, towering stallion had created quite the stir among Ali and her girl friends.
She quickly dipped her head in greeting and averted her eyes from the superior ranked herd member.
Yes, handsome but not young, so probably not a bachelor. Judging by all of his books and papers, he probably wouldn’t want an illiterate mate either. Just her luck. Oh well, plenty of other fish in the sea.
Focus Ali. Stop chattering around in your head. Now what had he asked? If she was lost?
Was he expecting her? She was unaware that she had to be there at a certain time. Ali began to shrink at the thought that she had done something wrong.
Not with a councilor, please Kaia and Cascade, no, she desperately thought.
“Good afternoon. Can I help you?” he peered questioningly over his glasses at her.
Ali hesitated, confused.
“Pardon me,” she said, remembering her manners, “But which is it are you asking me, sir? Did I get lost or do you want to help me? Because if I was supposed to be here by a certain time, I am truly sorry, my lord.” Ali apologized with as much sincerity as she could nervously muster. “I was unaware of the fact.”
Then she brightened her expression and cheerfully continued, “And if you want to help me, sir, just tell me where you would like your flowers. Roses like looooots of sunlight. Shall I put one by your window, my lord. I’m sorry. Do I call you sir or my lord? Or something else like councilhorse, councilor? Oh, right! Councilor! That makes more sense now.” Ali laughed at her self. “Sometimes it takes a little bit for my head to catch up with my mouth.”
Ali noticed a small aquarium of colorful fish on the councilor’s desk. She plunged her long neck towards it, her eyes growing wide, wizzing back and forth as she tracked their quick movements.
“Ooooo,” she exclaimed, her lips puckering out. “Fishies!”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2017 18:41:30 GMT -6
His brow raised as he noticed her shrink back, almost as though she was embarrassed. This was typical for him to see, as there were many that felt overwhelmed in the presence of a higher ranking herd member; and this, he hated. He wished he could be viewed like another person off the street, but his job would simply not allow him of such. Letting out a soft sigh, he adjusted his glasses, waiting for her to respond to his question.
His large ears pricked forward as she started to speak, rambling off in sentences that were too fast for him to really understand. He was used to this as well. The tongue typically spoke quickly when one was nervous. He cleared his through and shook his head, opening his mouth to respond, but she was off once more and rambling about her flowers. He turned his attention to the plants, tipping his head ever so slightly in confusion. Roses? He never ordered flowers- at least, not anymore. He couldnt remember the last time he had been to a flower shop since his wife had died.
That thought made his gaze soften ever so slightly.
Shaking his head, he brought himself back to reality as the mare before her called out the small tank of fish on his desk. He turned his attention to the tank and smiled ever so slightly at the tetras zipping around the decor in the water. "Arent they beautiful?" He said. Those had been his wife's favorite types of fish, so naturally, he always kept them around. They were fun to watch anyways, and gave him something else to look at to give his eyes a break every now and then.
Glancing back to the flowers, his brow arched once more. "But... i didnt order any flowers." He added, not wanting to waste her time if she had somewhere else to be, especially for a deliver. "Are you sure you have the correct office number? What's your shop name?"
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Post by daKisha on Nov 16, 2017 3:20:53 GMT -6
Ali “Phoebe’s Floral Delights!” Ali smiled proudly, arching her neck back, standing tall. “Phoebe’s my aunt. I’m Alexandra. Although that’s a bit of a mouthful, so you can just call me Ali. We also have a small public flower and water garden right next to our shop called The Hedge. It’s really pretty this time of year. If you’re ever in the Brewer and Agriculturalist District this summer, you should check it out.”
Ali glanced at all of his books along the wall and also noted the tea/ coffee cups scattered about the room. This poor councilor must pull quite a few all-nighters. “It’s a nice quiet spot to read or study. My cousin’s a cleric, and she often comes to our garden to escape her many siblings when she needs to study up on her medicines,” she added. “And there’s a coffee and tea brewer nearby that I recommend if you like relaxing with a beverage.”
Aunt Phoebe would be proud. Ali had promoted their shop to a high ranking official without accidently insulting him or embarrassing herself. Not that business was bad for them. They had just started making regular deliveries to the palace, and there was no higher honor than that for a florist. Except maybe to maintain the palace gardens.
But Inaira’s a big city and the palace was almost a two hour walk from their shop, and even with Aunt Phoebe’s cart, they were limited with how my bouquets and floral accessories they could deliver that distance in a single trip. And a trip to the palace took up most of the day. They definitely needed to hire a shop assistant or maybe a familiar that could pull an additional cart for deliveries. Ali wasn’t strong enough to pull a cart ---yet. But she sure could run around the city taking flower orders as fast as any parrot from Petey’s Delivery Service.
Ali’s face glazed over with heavy eyes and a slight crooked smile as she began to fantasize about having a hunky stallion working at the shop doing macho things like pulling the delivery cart, big chest muscles straining against the harness, and carrying heavy bags of fertilizer, working up a glistening sweat. A real dream boat. Ali let out a long sigh. She could feel her ears get warm.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2018 1:39:38 GMT -6
“Phoebe’s Floral Delights!”
The stallion smiled as she gave the name of her shop, dipping his head as she continued to ramble on. Ah, a family business. He listened quietly to her speak. He was quite used to this. There were many that came to his office just to rant, so it was nice to have a positive topic at hand for once. He took note of the coffee brewer, nodding slowly. There was never a time when he didnt need coffee, even if he didnt like the stuff. He couldnt complain about caffeine, though, especially when it kept him awake long enough to do his job.
"Sounds like your family keeps awfully busy." The councilor complimented, adjusting his glasses. He looked up as silence fell between them, which he assumed was strange for the young mare. His head tipped to the side ever so slightly as he noticed her eyes, glazed over and staring off at the wall.
He turned his head to look in the direction she was staring, thinking he perhaps had something stuck to his wall, or maybe the paper was peeling.. but no, it was still empty and neat and tidy.
Turning his attention back to the young mare, the coucilor picked up his pen and cleared his throat, hoping to snap her out of whatever it was she was day dreaming about. He didnt mind horses in his office, but they had better be speaking or he would rather they leave. He did have quite a bit of work to get done, after all.
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Post by daKisha on Feb 9, 2018 19:33:40 GMT -6
Ali
The Councilor cleared his throat, bringing Ali out of her daydream. He looked a bit impatient to get back to work. She recalled that he had mentioned that he hadn’t ordered any flowers. Ali peered down at her aunt’s note.
“ But this is office number 52, right? That’s what my aunt wrote down here. See?”
Ali turned the note around to show the Coucilor and strangely, a new set of numbers appeared.
“ Odd. When I look at it upside down like this, the number looks more like 25 than 52.”
Ali’s eyes slowly grew wide as she realized her embarrassing mistake.
“ Kaia and Cascade, how silly of me. I read the number wrong. Deepest apologizes, Councilor, for disturbing your surely important work,” Ali bobbed her head in apology as she backed to towards the door, eager to get out of this increasing awkward situation. “ Maybe I’ll see you around the palace on future deliveries.” And she hurried out the door, only to remember she forgotten proper manners in saying goodbye and popped her head back in. “ Oh yes! And it’s really hot out today, so make sure to drink some water. All that dehydrating coffee isn’t good for hippocampi. At least that’s what my cousin the cleric says. So I’m sure it’s true. Wave mother bless you, Councilor,” Ali cheerfully smiled, before booking it down the hall at the fastest running-walk she could muster.
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