Seven days, filled with music and laughter, sunshine and flowers. Seven days of a festival that he had spent the better part of a season eagerly anticipating, each of which had been better than he could have expected. He had spent much of it behind a booth, crafting together flower crowns and wreaths and bracelets, meeting nearly every man and woman that had wandered their way into the festival. Although Ipomoea would have liked to spend more time enjoying the rest of the festivities, he had no qualms about his position. After all, he had met so many new faces, had enjoyed so many pleasant conversations. And every time he looked across the fields, he saw his handiwork everywhere, petals and leaves adorning nearly every head. It made him smile. It was evening time now, the sun setting on the final day of the music and arts festival. Many had already left, returning to their Courts and homes, but several were still wandering about, as if soaking up every last minute. No one had visited his stall or requested a crown in quite some time now, so Po had busied himself with cleaning up. His task didn’t take long; all he had was to take down the signs and clear off the tabletops. For a second, he looked down in indecision at the remaining flowers. They had all been picked this morning, their petals still full and vibrant. There were no more crowns to weave, no more manes to braid. They had no purpose. Slowly, a smile spread across his face. Scooping up the remaining bouquets, careful to arrange them within his telekinetic grasp, he left the stand behind. His step was light and airy, a fluid trot that carried him back and forth between stage, fields, and forest. Everywhere he went, a trail of petals followed, a flower (or two) given away freely to every person he encountered, a final thank you for enjoying the event. And of course, he saved a few fully bloomed roses to tuck behind his ear. ”here am I!” @nobody, this thread is closed! thanks y’all <3 |
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