[she turns so he can see them - some of the stems are short, and some of the flowers are bulkier than would really work for the type of garland one could wear.]
White roses really are much better suited for this sort of craft.
[ he's always found the tradition a little embarrassing, never keen to participate, but there's no denying the joy and lighthearted emotion that comes with the last summer roses. these are grieving blooms. he gently takes the bundle of flowers from flayn so she can get to work. ]
Edelgard once scolded me for not having an eye for flowers. But I still think the ones you've picked are lovely.
[if this were a normal summer camp, and not a murder summer camp - if they really were just waiting things out here for the portals to be fixed... how different might things be, now?
dimitri taking the bundle makes it a little easier for her to get to work, and she begins arranging flowers, laying them out side by side to see how they look together.]
It is a learned skill. If you would like, I could teach you.
[ He watches her sort them, and Edelgard is right—he has absolutely no eye for something like this. Still... it's a nice distraction. They are not at a normal summer camp, there is nothing pleasant about their situation, and the dawn would be worse, but for now, he will take this tiny divergence. ]
I promise I would not be very good at it. Such delicate work is beyond me.
[But if he would rather watch than do it himself... that's also fine. He can learn from her example.
She plucks out a few white flowers, then brings a purple flower next to them. Hmm... not quite right. That goes back to the pile, and she nods to herself as she sets a more delicate bloom down.]
...I had no eye for it myself, when I first began. But with little else to do, I learned.
[ He doesn't touch any of the blooms; sometimes he feels like he might hurt the poor things just by looking at them too intently, delicate as they are. But Flayn seems to know what she's doing, even if the colors and meanings of each bloom is lost on him. ]
[She shakes her head, deftly sorting through the flowers and gathering them up into bundles. Bouquets it is, then.]
No... in my childhood. Before coming to the monastery, I lived a very secluded life. There were not many people around or many things to do - so I had to find other ways to occupy myself.
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[she turns so he can see them - some of the stems are short, and some of the flowers are bulkier than would really work for the type of garland one could wear.]
White roses really are much better suited for this sort of craft.
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[ he's always found the tradition a little embarrassing, never keen to participate, but there's no denying the joy and lighthearted emotion that comes with the last summer roses. these are grieving blooms. he gently takes the bundle of flowers from flayn so she can get to work. ]
Edelgard once scolded me for not having an eye for flowers. But I still think the ones you've picked are lovely.
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[if this were a normal summer camp, and not a murder summer camp - if they really were just waiting things out here for the portals to be fixed... how different might things be, now?
dimitri taking the bundle makes it a little easier for her to get to work, and she begins arranging flowers, laying them out side by side to see how they look together.]
It is a learned skill. If you would like, I could teach you.
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I promise I would not be very good at it. Such delicate work is beyond me.
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[But if he would rather watch than do it himself... that's also fine. He can learn from her example.
She plucks out a few white flowers, then brings a purple flower next to them. Hmm... not quite right. That goes back to the pile, and she nods to herself as she sets a more delicate bloom down.]
...I had no eye for it myself, when I first began. But with little else to do, I learned.
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[ He doesn't touch any of the blooms; sometimes he feels like he might hurt the poor things just by looking at them too intently, delicate as they are. But Flayn seems to know what she's doing, even if the colors and meanings of each bloom is lost on him. ]
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No... in my childhood. Before coming to the monastery, I lived a very secluded life. There were not many people around or many things to do - so I had to find other ways to occupy myself.