[Who wouldāve guessed running a floral boutique would be such hard work?
Augustine couldnāt help but pale once he saw how many orders he still had to do. At first, business was a bit slow with barely a trickle of people per day. Eventually news about Anthanasiaās Hortus began to spread through word of mouth. The traffic increased incrementally day by day until Augustine found himself surrounded by overzealous lovers, young and old, hoping for a bouquet to express their fondness of each other. It was a little surprising, to say the least. While he had high hopes for his little boutique he didnāt quite expect all this.
Another thing he didnāt expect is this nagging cough that developed suddenly. A harsh cough escapes him as he tries to find his second wind. Heās been busy digging flower plots for a new batch of hellebores he plans to grow during the winter months. While he would love to grow a batch of hydrangeas, he knows they wonāt survive the cold.
He coughs once more, this time nearly dropping the shovel in his hands. While he has a tendency to look rather sickly even on a good day, he certainly looks more worn than usual. The man looks dead on his feet with dark purple bags under his eyes and somewhat hollowed cheeks. Dhampir or not, Augustine looks like heās in need of rest.
He shouldāve thought about that before opening the shop, huh?]
Hellebore Petals (Open)
Augustine couldnāt help but pale once he saw how many orders he still had to do. At first, business was a bit slow with barely a trickle of people per day. Eventually news about Anthanasiaās Hortus began to spread through word of mouth. The traffic increased incrementally day by day until Augustine found himself surrounded by overzealous lovers, young and old, hoping for a bouquet to express their fondness of each other. It was a little surprising, to say the least. While he had high hopes for his little boutique he didnāt quite expect all this.
Another thing he didnāt expect is this nagging cough that developed suddenly. A harsh cough escapes him as he tries to find his second wind. Heās been busy digging flower plots for a new batch of hellebores he plans to grow during the winter months. While he would love to grow a batch of hydrangeas, he knows they wonāt survive the cold.
He coughs once more, this time nearly dropping the shovel in his hands. While he has a tendency to look rather sickly even on a good day, he certainly looks more worn than usual. The man looks dead on his feet with dark purple bags under his eyes and somewhat hollowed cheeks. Dhampir or not, Augustine looks like heās in need of rest.
He shouldāve thought about that before opening the shop, huh?]