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That is the long and short of it, yes. A festival celebrating the women and girls in our lives, and especially for allowing the little ones to feel like princesses for a day.
[ He waves a hand in the direction of the gardens, ribbons fluttering. ]
My mother works with the city every year to provide flowers for use in the decorations. Ah, speaking of, I'd best get these back to her. Come on, I'll introduce you.
[ He waves a hand in the direction of the gardens, ribbons fluttering. ]
My mother works with the city every year to provide flowers for use in the decorations. Ah, speaking of, I'd best get these back to her. Come on, I'll introduce you.
[A celebration for the women and girls? Hm.]
A celebration worth having, I am sure. And it will be decorated extraordinarily well, if the flowers here are of any indication.
[But he nods.]
I would be happy to meet her.
[And he will follow accordingly, should Arthur lead the way.]
A celebration worth having, I am sure. And it will be decorated extraordinarily well, if the flowers here are of any indication.
[But he nods.]
I would be happy to meet her.
[And he will follow accordingly, should Arthur lead the way.]
Thank you. I'm sure mother would be pleased to hear such an assessment.
[ He leads the way back towards the stable, where Ava is bustling around, setting aside brightly colored wreaths and bouquets in piles, presumably to be shipped off somewhere once they're done. She has the spools of ribbon set out and is comparing the colors to each arrangement.
Her ears swivel in Arthur and Dream's direction as they approach. ]
I've caught your wayward ribbon, and found a friend in the process. This is Dream. Dream, this is my mother--
Ava Rhen-Inkwell, at your service.. [ She offers a hand, apparently not minding that her palms are dirty with soil. ] A pleasure to meet one of Avi's friends.
[ He leads the way back towards the stable, where Ava is bustling around, setting aside brightly colored wreaths and bouquets in piles, presumably to be shipped off somewhere once they're done. She has the spools of ribbon set out and is comparing the colors to each arrangement.
Her ears swivel in Arthur and Dream's direction as they approach. ]
I've caught your wayward ribbon, and found a friend in the process. This is Dream. Dream, this is my mother--
Ava Rhen-Inkwell, at your service.. [ She offers a hand, apparently not minding that her palms are dirty with soil. ] A pleasure to meet one of Avi's friends.
[Dream takes her hand. The gesture is only a little stiff, a little awkward, but it isn't as though he's unpracticed with meeting new faces; though not always precisely in this way.]
The pleasure is mine. [He does not mind getting a bit of soil on his palms either, it would seem. Handshake completed, he retracts his arm.]
Your son has just informed me about the nature of Little Ladies' Day. You are making decorations for the celebrations? I might assist, if you like.
The pleasure is mine. [He does not mind getting a bit of soil on his palms either, it would seem. Handshake completed, he retracts his arm.]
Your son has just informed me about the nature of Little Ladies' Day. You are making decorations for the celebrations? I might assist, if you like.
I won't turn down an extra set of hands! I'll have refreshments sent out and we can get right to work.
[ She grins broadly at Dream, motioning for one of the staff to bring something from the kitchen while they work.
And work they do, as Ava gies the both of them tasks that range from gathering the flowers themselves to sorting the arrangements already made to tying bows of bright ribbon onto the bundles. Ava oversees it all with a gentle hand and a bright smile - it's clear she truly does love her work. Eventually, someone appears with a tray of iced tea and snacks. ]
I think you've more than earned a break. Go on, boys. I have some other business to attend to.
[ She grins broadly at Dream, motioning for one of the staff to bring something from the kitchen while they work.
And work they do, as Ava gies the both of them tasks that range from gathering the flowers themselves to sorting the arrangements already made to tying bows of bright ribbon onto the bundles. Ava oversees it all with a gentle hand and a bright smile - it's clear she truly does love her work. Eventually, someone appears with a tray of iced tea and snacks. ]
I think you've more than earned a break. Go on, boys. I have some other business to attend to.
[Dream works with deft hands — he is, at his core, a creator himself, and he can put together bright bundles of flowers with little to no issue. His efforts are well-balanced and imaginative, floral arrangements that are sure to catch the eye. Or at the very least, they do not look out of place amongst the others.
When Ava arrives with iced tea and snacks, he mutters a low thanks. And, after she leaves to attend to her business, Dream sets down a few stems of flowers and remarks to Arthur—]
You are very close to her. Your mother.
[An easy observation.]
When Ava arrives with iced tea and snacks, he mutters a low thanks. And, after she leaves to attend to her business, Dream sets down a few stems of flowers and remarks to Arthur—]
You are very close to her. Your mother.
[An easy observation.]
[ Oh, you know Arthur's mom is absolutely enamored with Dream's ability to make floral arrangements. Arthur doesn't so much help with the creative process, but he is kept quite busy nonetheless. ]
Hm? That I am. For a long time when I was growing up, 'twas just the two of us.
Hm? That I am. For a long time when I was growing up, 'twas just the two of us.
I've my father and brother, though we're not related by blood. Mother married father when I was a child.
If you mean to ask about my birth father, I've no idea who, or where, he is. I always got the impression that he was never the point. I was.
If you mean to ask about my birth father, I've no idea who, or where, he is. I always got the impression that he was never the point. I was.
I have never considered him thus. I don't think my mother did, either.
A shame father and Morgan are both working. I would have liked to introduce you.
A shame father and Morgan are both working. I would have liked to introduce you.
Morgan is a soldier, a lieutenant in the city's Grand Company, the Immortal Flames. My father is a librarian and archivist. The librarian and archivist, one might say. He oversees all such places in the city.
Deeper than you realize. It wouldn't be inaccurate to say that Morgan is, in fact, the odd man out.
It does sound like a dream - no pun intended, of course. I should like to show you Gubal, one day as well. Though, getting in and out is a bit... troublesome these days.
It has been abandoned for some years now, and the wards and creatures therein now have the run of the place. They don't much care for visitors.
[ Says the man who has broken into Gubal at least twice. ]
[ Says the man who has broken into Gubal at least twice. ]
Oh, more than once. I practically grew up there, and have been back much more recently, despite the best efforts of the wards.
But let's not share that information with my mother.
But let's not share that information with my mother.
[ He just beams. ]
I have no idea what you're talking about.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
[ What kind of Inception-ass--- I mean, Arthur looks a bit confused for a second, but ultimately obliges.
It would be the spoopy version that he calls to mind, of course. ]
It would be the spoopy version that he calls to mind, of course. ]
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