✿ x. Petals & Pages The little book shop had still sat quietly in the shopping district for the last few months. While it had always been quiet, it seemed extra so recently. Very kind souls had kept it fresh and clean, letting its doors stay open so the solace of a comfortable place to cuddle and read continued on. It was just missing its very pink staple.
So maybe it'd be a surprise to see a little girl standing outside the shop, her hands and face pressed up gently to the big, sunny windows. She wasn't there all the time, but it was frequently enough and at different times of day. Each time she just quietly peered through the window, waited a while, and then left.
✿ ii. Feelin' Like a Dragon Part of Vianca's window watching was to try and see who was in charge of the shop now. The other slightly more pressing part-- fueled by a desire she did not anticipate nor knew the origin of-- was that she knew that sitting right there on one of its shelves was a precious source of knowledge. Eventually it drove her to break in (?) to the shop to borrow The Book. She'd bring it back!
Did you just cough up a flower in her general vicinity? Are those petals falling behind your hand? Here she was at your side, gently tugging on your shirt to draw your attention downwards.
"Excuse me," she said in a whisper soft voice, holding up her Language of Flowers book, "do you need to know what that flower means? It might help."
✿ iii. Fairy Lights, Fairy Nights Honestly it was way past Vianca's bedtime. Maybe she had just gone a little bit too far in her explorations of what had changed in town, now that she felt a little bit better about not instantly vanishing again. Maybe she was being the littlest secret hobo again. That was a secret. Shh.
If that was the case, a lush spot like the garden ring made for a lovely spot. It was warmer here, vibrant in a way a deep part of her hadn't known she'd missed. She'd never felt deeply in tune with her own flower nature, but when she stood out there among all those sparkling little creatures, it felt like she understood just a little bit better.
Of course it was also possible that she had just taken a seat near a small bush. If that led to her curling up next to it for a snooze, well. It was after her bedtime, after all.
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Vianca | Pikmin [ohma] (ota)
The little book shop had still sat quietly in the shopping district for the last few months. While it had always been quiet, it seemed extra so recently. Very kind souls had kept it fresh and clean, letting its doors stay open so the solace of a comfortable place to cuddle and read continued on. It was just missing its very pink staple.
So maybe it'd be a surprise to see a little girl standing outside the shop, her hands and face pressed up gently to the big, sunny windows. She wasn't there all the time, but it was frequently enough and at different times of day. Each time she just quietly peered through the window, waited a while, and then left.
✿ ii. Feelin' Like a Dragon
Part of Vianca's window watching was to try and see who was in charge of the shop now. The other slightly more pressing part-- fueled by a desire she did not anticipate nor knew the origin of-- was that she knew that sitting right there on one of its shelves was a precious source of knowledge. Eventually it drove her to break in (?) to the shop to borrow The Book. She'd bring it back!
Did you just cough up a flower in her general vicinity? Are those petals falling behind your hand? Here she was at your side, gently tugging on your shirt to draw your attention downwards.
"Excuse me," she said in a whisper soft voice, holding up her Language of Flowers book, "do you need to know what that flower means? It might help."
✿ iii. Fairy Lights, Fairy Nights
Honestly it was way past Vianca's bedtime. Maybe she had just gone a little bit too far in her explorations of what had changed in town, now that she felt a little bit better about not instantly vanishing again. Maybe she was being the littlest secret hobo again. That was a secret. Shh.
If that was the case, a lush spot like the garden ring made for a lovely spot. It was warmer here, vibrant in a way a deep part of her hadn't known she'd missed. She'd never felt deeply in tune with her own flower nature, but when she stood out there among all those sparkling little creatures, it felt like she understood just a little bit better.
Of course it was also possible that she had just taken a seat near a small bush. If that led to her curling up next to it for a snooze, well. It was after her bedtime, after all.
✿ wild
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