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Post by TISH MILLS on Nov 11, 2016 22:34:33 GMT
 ❃❀ As she set up the small stall with flowers for the holidays - wreaths basically hung from every available area to the point that Tish was pretty sure she was going to struggle to see anyone even coming - she noticed all of the small wooden sheds that had almost been put up over night to house the temporary stalls. Each one was decorated differently, but all in the holiday spirit. She and Isam had decorated their shed with the flowers all around the frame like they were selling from a cave of wonders. In the front was all of Tish's handmade cards from her photography, as well as on the side was a single logo that showed wizards that she also accepted dragots as well as dollars. But to any non-maj, it was just a nice decoration.
The final touches were added and Tish moved to the inside of the shed, setting up the small table where people could pay, or make orders or just ask questions. It was warm-ish but Tish could feel the cold air coming in. Winter was on its way and Tish wasn't sure she was completely ready for it. Especially as she hadn't bought any gifts or send any cards! But that was drama for another day. Settling down on the chair she sent Isam off to explore. They were going to work an hour apart, and hour together and then an hour apart throughout the day. So Isam got the first hour off, then they would be together over the lunchtime rush and then Tish would have an hour to explore.
The morning started off fairly slow, despite it being the first day the market had been open. Tish suspected that people would come for the turning on of the lights and wasn't too worried when her first twenty minutes weren't filled with customers. Then, almost out of nowhere someone was in the little shed, looking at Tish's photographs. She smiled to herself. All the ones on show were developed the no-maj way and so they didn't move. But she had a couple hidden in a box incase a wizard came inquiring. Getting to her feet she pulled her oversized sweater up her shoulder a little more, pulling her hair into a messy bun.
Hey! May I help you? she asked. She was supposed to be selling flowers - that was why they were really there. But if she could make a few bucks on the photos she wasn't going to complain.
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Post by TEEGAN THATCHER on Nov 14, 2016 1:55:29 GMT
Ah, the holidays. Everything seemed to pale in comparison. Nothing could beat that warm fuzzy feeling and everyone seemed to be high off of that blind holiday joy. For moment, anyone and everyone seemed to shrug off their worries and indulge in friends and family for the month. Teegan was no exception. Her thin, rose lips curled up into a permanent grin, showcasing her pearly white teeth. She hummed a festive tune, the lyrics having been long forgotten themselves. Rough hands swung gingerly by her side as her shinning green eyes whisked merrily over the morning crowd. The was a slow, pleasant drone of chatter. People spoke enthusiastically about the others, while the children moaned by their side, still dreaming of their warm bed. Others spoke venomously on their phones, barking at whomever was on the receiving end. Perhaps stressing over the need to stock up on their gifts. Teegan continued with a pep in her step, skimming across booths and stalls until something really piqued her interest and reeled her in. After a few minutes, she let loose a brief sigh. Nothing was quite catching her eye. Just as the werewolf was about to spin around on her heels and hit up the bar, Teegan noticed a small child hunched over in a corner. Despite knowing she might very well scare the child, with the whole stranger danger spiel, she approached anyway, careful to broadcast her pure intention. The child looked up, bright blue eyes swimming in tears. Snot ran down from the little tyke's nose. She sniffled, pushing her almost blinding bright blonde hair out from her glistening doe-eyes. Wiping her nose on her pink polka-dotted sleeve, she got up cautiously. Teegan offered the girl a hand to hold and was filled with warmth when she slid her tiny hand into Teegan's own big paw. "Let's go find your parents, yeah?" A curt nod and a hint of a smile answered her question. The pair walked around for a few minutes, searching through the sea of people. The girl, who had since introduced herself as Henrietta and was becoming quite the loud youngster was starting to once again get anxious. Teegan, terrified she'd have to deal with a wailing child, swooped down with her arms and threw the girl on her shoulders who giggled and squealed in sheer glee. Convinced that she'd be able to find her parents at such great heights, she was eager to continue their search for mom and dad. Henrietta took it upon herself to steer Teegan every which way, pulling on the twenty-six-year-old's hair or kicking feverishly at whichever way she wanted to go. Within a half and hour, Teegan was beat. It was also at this time that Henrietta recalled some vital information that certainly would have helped them out sooner. Her parents had said something about wanting to get flowers at the end of their shopping trip to bring to the hospital where her grandmother was. Eyebrows furrowing, Teegan had to bite her tongue from voicing her festering annoyance with eight-year-old girl. You can't strangle children Teeg.. she thought to herself over and over.
Making their way over to the stall, Teegan sneezed as she neared the stall that was nothing but flowers galore, being allergic to pollen. Henrietta found the sneezing to be amusing but quickly forgot about Teegan once they set foot by stall. She cooed with childlike wonder and immeditaly began poking the adult's face.
"Teegan-!" The two were equally on first name basis here, "Put me down right now! Please!" The plea was a long drawl and she lifted the tone of her voice up and down in a absolute whiny intonation. Honestly, she didn't know how she felt about children. Sure, they were adorable mini people at first, but they got increasingly irritating at alarming speeds. Setting the frizzy blonde-haired chick down, Teegan let out another sneeze before taking a peek around the shed herself. What caught her attention however was not the vibrant flowers that drew in the little girl, but instead the photographs. At first, she was puzzled. They weren't moving. Then, it dawned on her. Being a pureblood, Teegan grew up with magic running through her very veins and she often seemed to forget the rest of the world wasn't the same. These were your everyday ordinary pictures. But why, did Teegan like these more? As she was approached, she only briefly broke her gaze from the pictures. Not enough to get a good look at whomever was tending to the stall.
"May I?" She asked in return to the woman's question, not bothering to even so much as glance back up from the photographs. However, the question was pointless, since she picked up the pictures anyway without receiving the consent she just inquired for moments ago. "Breathtaking.." She murmured, smiling fondly.
words: 810 | notes: omg i'm sorry this turned into so much rambling xD also i didn't proofread. at all, so um im sorry XD | tag: TISH MILLS |
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Post by TISH MILLS on Nov 16, 2016 14:25:44 GMT
❃❀ Tish smiled and waved her hand indicating that it was certainly no problem for the woman to lift up the pictures. Tish watched her customer for a moment, curious. Tish was proud of her photography, of course, but she was no professional - some of her best work had been entirely accidental in the dark room of her apartment (under some sheets in her closet). But she'd never had anyone really look at them. She had a selection of winter-y cards - snow scenes from the year before and the sunsets of beautiful reds and blues and oranges. Her favourite was her owl, Engle, looking distinctly pissed off at the fact he was sitting on a show covered branch rather than in the apartment by the heater. The bird's white and brown fur complimented his very plane background. He looked very regal but also very ready to kill someone. She had rewarded him well for his troubles. Oh, Tish began, a light blush forming on her cheeks. Well thank you, it's more of a hobby than anything. She sounded like she was trying to justify why there were there instead of why there weren't more flowers. Talking of, Tish noticed that the little girl that had come in as well was busy pressing her nose into each bouquet trying to smell them all. But there was a couple that she just couldn't reach in her small size. So Tish quickly made her way over, bringing down a bunch. It was a set of small white flowers surrounded by green leaves. This is a Diamond White Azalea, she began letting the little girl smell before plucking a small handful of the flowers and tucking them behind the girls ear. They're a symbol of femininity and elegance, she added as the girl inspected herself in the mirror they had put up to make the space look bigger. Tish smiled and put the bouquet back up on the shelf, rearranging it slightly to hide the few she had taken off. Tuning back to her photographs she was about to ask the woman a question when in rushed someone else - clearly they had been running, or frantic. There you are! the new arrival called, rushing toward the little girl and scooping her up. I've been looking all over. Where have you been? Did you look after her? Thank you so much. I told you to keep hold of mommy, didn't I? You could have been taken away... The woman spoke all too fast for Tish to break in a word and she kept talking as she walked back out of the stall. The girl gave a sad wave as she disappeared around the corner. I take it that girl didn't belong to you then? Tish said after a moment's silence as a smile appeared on her face. |
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