She snuggled her bunny on her way back beside the florist only to place the fuzz ball on his lap. All this time, it was with the florist unknowingly. She gently made her way through the little sea of flowers to pick up her pet. That saved them a lot of energy to find her pet. He shook his head in confusion but sighed in relief. How did it got there? How long has it been there? How did he not noticed it earlier? So many questions unanswered. Exclaiming, the alchemist stood up that's her bunny! The florist blinked in disbelief. A basket of lilies toppled down and something fuzzy rolled out. They turned their attention on the little basket meadow. Agreeing right away, the florist took this as new opportunity to expand his services.Ī little while, another thud was heard. She clasped her hand in excitement, since the rain shows no sign of hushing, she offered to teach him in return of taking care of her. He studied flower arrangements and perfume making but never flower knitting. He scratched the back of his head with a half hearted laugh. The flowers caught her eye the moment she came to and asked if he know how to knit flower crowns. She waved it off saying that it’s no fault of his. He apologizes once more offering her a sandwich. The florist let out an “oh” as he came to understand her woe in finding her pet in panic. The bunny was the closest companion she had. The mountain was abundant of resources and that she had a tiny farm garden to feed herself. She’s been living by the mountain-side for almost two years isolating herself to hone her alchemy skill. She bit her lower lip, remembering she had not introduced herself properly. She seem to be new in town as he has never seen her around. As if on cue, her stomach growled, making her apologize once more in embarrassment. Poor bunny, she thought, out under the rain.she blamed the cabbage she plated for her.Ī soft knock snapped her back and the florist walked back in with a plate of tuna sandwiches and the basket of hydrangeas that slipped from his mind from nursing her. The gush of the rain clouded her thoughts. The lone window behind her has accumulated fog to doodle on. There’s nothing to see much but its cozy at her standards. Baskets of baskets of flowers conquered half of his room, a single bed, the sofa she’s sitting on, the stool he sat along the clothed coffee table in front of her and the matching varnished worktable and chair. She scanned the room of her kind samaritan with tired eyes. The rain is getting lighter but nowhere near drizzling. He advices her to get more rest and will be back in awhile. Her shoulder slumped as he excused himself after checking the time. He told her that he saw no bunny nearby his stall nor by the cafe entrance. Taking a sip of his tea, he sat across the lass with an apologetic smile. She softly apologize, loud enough to be heard, only to hear a restrained laugh. A tinge of light pink coloured her cheeks in embarrassment upon recalling what happened earlier. As she sat up, she was greeted with a warm hello from the florist who reached out a cup of tea to her. She found herself in a small room, tucked in a sofa with a blanket. The scent of tea leaves nudges the young lass to awoke.
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