A Rose Is a Rose [Dead]

[Solstice]

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Aster had just finished setting up her stall when her attention was piqued by the sound of galloping hooves. Upon glancing up, her ears perking in interest, she was able to catch a glimpse of a rowdy pair of foals as they went running past her; they seemed to be heading somewhere, their tails trailing behind them as they galloped on. Straightening herself, she stood to her full height and smiled as they passed, waving her hoof slightly as one of the smaller foals sent a tentative glance her way. When they saw her smile and the friendly nature of her wave, the smiled back, any uncertainty on their faces gone as they gave a quick wave in return before trotting after their friends. As the small herd disappeared from site, rounding a corner and heading to who knows where, she returned to busying herself- plucking the finished bouquets from her cart and tucking them neatly into their place on her display table.

It was midday, the sun was high and shining, casting a warm glow over Aster's back and urging her to finish placing her wears so that she could open for business. After placing a particularly lush bundle on the table, she lifted her head and closed her eyes letting the warmth of the sun wash over her and bath her face in it's comforting glow. She was quite pleased with the weather that day, knowing full well that, for her, the nicer the day was the bigger the profit she would make. Opening her eyes again, she dropped her gaze back to the bouquets and nudged them tenderly with a careful hoof.

"Hrmm, did I maybe make too many?", frowning slightly, she dropped her head and began to count through the flowering packages. Her attention on the street before her distracted for the time being.

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[hypno]

Ink Moon walked through the market with her saddle bags. Her saddlebags had goods she had bought from other stores and a lot of bits. She looked around to see if she could find something she could bring to Canterlot. When she arrived in Canterlot she knew it would be very important to look her best. She needed something that would make her look like a Canterlot pony. Flowers for one would be very good. It was very fashionable in Canterlot to have flowers in your mane. Most ponies considered it very beautiful but with a more natural theme. Ink Moon then spotted a stand with a lot of pretty flowers. Perhaps this would be a fine place to check for some flowers to style in her mane before she arrived in Canterlot. Then Ink noticed that the stand might not have been set up yet. She certainly didn't want to arrive to soon to a stand. But since she was going to be leaving later and not be coming back this might be her only chance to do some last minute shopping. Ink Moon hoped she wouldn't have disturbed the pony. "Excuse me." She said in a polite manner with a hint of Canterlot accent. "But what kind of flowers are you selling? If I may ask." She tried to be really polite because it must be a hassle to have ponies come up to buy flowers before they were ready. Ink Moon came up anyway because she wasn't going to have time to come back later.

[Solstice]

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She had just been nosing through her bundles when a haughty voiced mare approached her and spoke up regarding the types of flowers that she was selling. Lifting her head, her ears perking and her tail swishing in acknowledgement, she smiled warmly.

"Welcome to She Loves Me Flowers," she bowed her head slightly before turning to her half empty counters and blushing softly, "Uh, heh, pardon the emptiness, I was just settin' things straight, but, uhm..."

She cleared her throat, rubbing a hoof over her muzzle before continuing.

"I have a wide assortment of flowers today, most of them are in bloom's of spring so yer gonna see quiet a bit of color in the mix," trotting closer to the cart, she nudged a particular vase of alstromerias, a star like flowering trumpet bloom that was presented in an arrangement of warmer colors, "If you're looking for something to 'wow', the alstromerias are very popular this season, if I do say so myself."

Dropping her gaze back to the soft purple mare, she tilted her head in earnest, her eyes squinting a bit as she smirked rather slyly, "What's the occasion? Wedding, thank you gift...date?"

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[hypno]

Ink Moon observed the arrangement of flowers at the stand she went to. There were so many that she could choose. There was the outgoing orange, yellow, white and pink alstroemerias. Then there was the radiant poppies, beautiful roses, daisies, hydrangeas, iris, sunflowers, tulips, and other flowers she couldn't name. Ink Moon personally loved the roses and poppies. She then looked up to the pony as she suggested the alstroemerias to her. She thought they looked nice but it wasn't her favorite. She then began to think about what the writing contest was going to be like. It probably was going to be one of the best things that happened to her if Ink won the writing contest. She then snapped back to reality and turned her attention to the seller as she asked if the occasion was a wedding, thank you gift, or a date. At the word date Ink Moon's face turned bright red. "No it's not that." She said a little flustered. "Actually I'm going to a writing contest in Canterlot and I wanted something to make me look nice for it. I'm one of the contestants and I'll be staying in I think a room in the castle or something. Anyway I was looking for a flower that would like nice in my mane. Do you have any suggestions? I would like something of a radiant shade." There goes her poetic descriptions again. She could make even the simplest sentences so specific that any pony would feel that they were actually there but sometimes it just got boring.

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