FORTY--FOUR souls » second job?

[martelandmany]

...It's been quite a while since I've picked flowers.

If anyone needs to speak with me, I'll have my journal.

[If you want to run into her... You'll find her either strolling through the forest in search of flowers or crouching down picking bouquets of early-early-blooming flowers. Like, the late-winter variety.]

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[voice]

[blue_velocity]

[It's Martel! It's been a while.]

Martel? Hey, are you really goin' out to pick flowers?

[voice]

[martelandmany]

Of course. There are some sorts that only bloom in the late-winter chill.

[voice]

[blue_velocity]

Really? Mind if I join you then?

[voice]

[martelandmany]

I'd like that. There's just as much searching as there is picking, this time of year, so I hope you don't mind walking a bit.

[action]

[martelandmany]

[Without missing a beat:] For you, actually. [And she'll be offering you a small five-flower bouquet.]

[action]

[martelandmany]

[She can tell you aren't a flower sort of guy, so she chuckles and goes back to her picking. Without looking up:] You're free to throw them away once you depart, I won't be offended.

[moonlightoutlaw]

[It's a good thing you were in disguise, because look who is out for a walk! He's out there, smoking a cigarette, and not looking for flowers (or kids for that matter).]

[martelandmany]

[She spots him, and oh wait. Wait. WAIT. It's all coming back to her. She tried to kill this guy, didn't she?

She feels like a horrible horrible person, naturally, and she'll be getting up and hurrying over, offering a bouquet of flowers.]

These are for you.

[moonlightoutlaw]

[Goroh just stares down at the flowers with just a bit of surprise, but doesn't make any attempt to retrieve them from her.]

What?

[martelandmany]

I believe I... well, I attempted to endanger your life earlier this week. I'm not sure what came over me... It was inexcusable. These aren't exactly my attempt to repay you, but I feel you deserve them either way.

[enrappigtured]

[Peony spots her and gives her a cheerful wave.]

[martelandmany]

[She spots him and waves back, a flower still in her waving hand. She glances at it a moment, then offers the flower out to Peony.]

[enrappigtured]

[Aww, how sweet. He takes it, but-]

I should be the one giving you flowers, you know.

[martelandmany]

However, I'm the one with the flowers to offer.

[bigbluehat]

-And here's the bishop.-

This seems... a lot more pleasant.

[martelandmany]

[Have an embarrassed chuckle as she continues to pick flowers.]