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fandomtownies2018-04-28 09:07 pm
1000yearstoolate) wrote in fandomtownies2018-04-28 09:07 pm
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Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday
Seivarden had been looking forward to working on her flower arrangements. Perhaps going to the shooting range would have been better, but she could do that tomorrow, and she did have a job.
The shop was full of new deliveries, and it took a while for her to go through them, which was why she at first didn't notice the new visitor. To be fair, the new visitor wasn't easily noticed. A chameleon had parked itself in a large pot, conveniently assuming the colour of its surrounding. When Seivarden did notice it, she wasn't surprised. It was hardly the strangest thing that had happened here.
Then, as she was choosing which flowers to use for the first arrangement, the chameleon started singing. That didn't surprise her either, and she briefly reflected on how this place had changed her perspective of what to consider normal.
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The shop was full of new deliveries, and it took a while for her to go through them, which was why she at first didn't notice the new visitor. To be fair, the new visitor wasn't easily noticed. A chameleon had parked itself in a large pot, conveniently assuming the colour of its surrounding. When Seivarden did notice it, she wasn't surprised. It was hardly the strangest thing that had happened here.
Then, as she was choosing which flowers to use for the first arrangement, the chameleon started singing. That didn't surprise her either, and she briefly reflected on how this place had changed her perspective of what to consider normal.
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