|
|
Post by faythe on Aug 26, 2020 8:53:59 GMT
The shop is one thing that Faythe had to keep going with. It was hard some days and harder some others. Her condition can also have its own lows and even lowers. But this was the worst she had become in a long while, it might be more than a cold or the flu. She might have even guessed herself it was originally the flu but progressed to worse faster than one might usually do. She wore gloves, mask, and disenfected everything as often as she could remember. Turned out that might have been every ten to thirty minutes. She dreaded chasing away any costumer that may walk into her nursery. Getting close to her probably smelled like mint, honey, and hand sanitizer.
|
|
|
|
Post by Veronica St Germaine on Aug 26, 2020 9:14:15 GMT
The western district isn’t a place you’d find Veronica in but God forbid her penthouse was feeling rather... stuffy. She hated stuffy. She didn’t like much anything but today she has had enough of stuffy. Thank goodness for Valerian and his constant smell of baby powder. Whatever God did to make Golden Retriever puppies to have a constant smell of baby powder was a work of genius. Vero needed the fresh air though and perhaps a few dozen diffusers around the penthouse and goodness this place is worse than Russia. There wasn’t a decent shop that sold essential oils that wasn’t part of a pyramid get rich quick scheme. She could laugh and spit champagne at them.
Clad in her fur coat and boots she took Valerian’s diamond crusted leash to which he promptly knew it was time for a walk. After a quick coffee order and a phone search the only reputable place seems to be, ugh, she had to step outside her comfort zone. Why can’t life be easy for her? At least Valerian looked cute. The puppy could do no wrong in her eyes. For all she reckons he could commit murder and he could still do no wrong.
Veronica pushed the door open to the shops and wrinkled her nose. Alcohol smelling. Maybe she went to the wrong place. Valerian sat beside her feet. She took her sunglasses off and propped it on her head.
”Errr.... service?” She demanded impatiently, tapping her foot.
|
|
|
|
Post by faythe on Aug 26, 2020 11:24:39 GMT
"Oi..." a voice that sounded like garbled nails made something of a word to make her existence known. Faythe seemed to rise as stiff as a board from behind the counter her eyes smiled behind her mask. She might have looked like a fifty something year old in her condition. With the plants and flowers everywhere she might have looked like an old forest hag. Suffering from Pudlak's Disease since Childhood there was certainly no color in her complexion and no meat on her bones. She wore layers of white and grey poncho like cloth and long flowing cloth pants.
If the girl approached Faythe would present her a card one side was of her business and the other a message for the girl to read.
Hi, I'm Faythe, I apologise for introducing myself this way but I can not speak. I am pleased to meet you and I hope you'll understand.
|
|
|
|
Post by Veronica St Germaine on Aug 26, 2020 11:38:55 GMT
Oh crap. Now Veronica feels like a total fucking bitch. She was taken aback of course but when she took the card, read and examined it there was an overwhelming sense of guilt that overcame her. Along with a thousand or more questions. Like why wasn’t she able to talk? Did her mother just never teach her? But Veronica, you shouldn’t ask people those questions. These people will just tell you in time. Why are you such a bitch? She pocketed the card. Usually she would never do that but she was flabbergasted. And not to mention she was ready to kick up a fuss about bringing Valerian inside stores. Her higher status and wealth usually meant that she could do whatever she wanted including bringing animals to places where they are not usually permitted.
“Oh. Hello... errr.... Faythe...” She smiled and chuckled awkwardly then clearing her throat to look at her pup. “I Uh..”
Veronica couldn’t help but to just stare at the girl. What on earth is she? Living in Russia she had seen some of the palest people she had ever seen in her life but my goodness this was rather something else, wasn’t it. She shook her head and looked away again.
”I’m looking, well, we were looking. Well you see our penthouse is getting rather- You know what I can’t do this. What is wrong with you?”
|
|
|
|
Post by faythe on Aug 26, 2020 16:29:27 GMT
Faythe refrained from laughing with a frail hand placed in her chest as a wheezy chuckle came out. She tapped her throat and tried to make a noise behind her mask. It was gargled and hushed she coughed lightly from the effort. But close by in a jar she reached for a wrapped piece of what might have smelled like the spicy mint and honey smell that went beyond the alcohol. Lowering her mask she popped the hard Amber looking candy in her mouth.
She began to write on a paper.
"I suffer from a long term illness which makes me quite vulnerable. I can't usually use my voice but now more than usual my constitution is weak and my voice more so useless. What might I help you find? Everything is made from natural and by myself or you may take a plant or herb for your own garden."
|
|
|
|
Post by Veronica St Germaine on Aug 27, 2020 3:04:06 GMT
Veronica was not a gardener. Correction. Veronica wishes she could garden but she is gifted with the touch of death that any plants that is taken care of her would surely die. The offer was tempting and the prospect of a growing new seedling is cute and exciting but she knew she could never keep up with it without the help of her maids and house keepers. She was useless at those kinds of things. On the other hand the statement of the obvious also amused her. She took a sip of her dirty soy chai and flipped her long blonde hair back.
”No I know it’s an illness. I mean” Don’t say it Veronica, “Like”
Don’t say it.
Or at least if you need to say it, say it in a nice way?
”I mean, like, why are you like....” She had to do it. Had to flail her hands and be a bitch. “That”
|
|
|
|
Post by faythe on Aug 27, 2020 4:11:15 GMT
She raised a brow not sure if she knew what part of her Veronica might be talking about she raised her arms and looked herself over maybe to remind herself of what others commonly asked her about in he past.
She thought to go further in depth of her condition but also maybe make the explanation simple to understand without all the medical jargon.
With he handy dandy notebook, which was never far from her possession, she would do her best to answer Veronica.
I'm albino and my condition is a harsh sort of albinoism that sunlight hurts and I have no immune system so going out is a risky occurrence. Recently it's been allergy season and I simply didn't catch it before it gave me an infection or maybe I was downwind from someone's sneeze and caught something. Have I answered your curiosity yet? You do not have to be worried about hurting my feelings, I'd like to put you at ease and aid your trip to this low and grim neck of the city.
She pushed the pad forward for Veronica to read while she herself would reach over the counter and offer a gloves hand to see if she might pet the dog that was with her. Faythe's smile never left.
|
|
|
|
Post by Veronica St Germaine on Aug 27, 2020 4:23:18 GMT
Veronica took the notebook and read it over. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see Faythe’s keen interest in Valerian who is sitting there patiently waiting. She glanced at him again and he tilted his head in interest. Sniffing Faythe’s hand but then wrinkled his nose after sniffing the scent of sanitisers. But he was far more polite than Veronica would be. He licked her glove nonetheless. Veronica unclipped his leash.
“His name is Valerian. Don’t worry he’s fully trained.” She said as Valerian started to make his way around the shops sniffing at each corner. Veronica handed the notebook back to Faythe.
”Anyway, essential oils, and maybe a little bit more about you because... I mean I thought I was interesting but clearly you’re just.... I’m sorry but you’re just... Alien”
|
|
|
|
Post by faythe on Aug 27, 2020 7:21:33 GMT
She held back another hissing chuckle amused by her description. Faythe almost was considering it a compliment, while she had never gone out of her way to be so far fetched she did have strange social skills and had plenty of failed relations due to her illness or her creep like appearance.
Faythe looked Veronica over once more and she was glitzed and glamoured from Top to bottom even the leash and more so of her dog sparkled with brand names of high caliber.
She scratched her notebook quickly before standing to lead Veronica to her oils section.
Are you a friend of Leon Sudeki?
|
|
|
|
Post by Veronica St Germaine on Aug 27, 2020 7:36:13 GMT
“Leon? I don’t think so. Who’s that? Is it someone you fancy?” She blurted out as she followed Faythe.
Veronica really has no filter with her words some times. Perhaps it had something to do with her being brought up in Russia or maybe she just doesn’t know how to act normally. She had only just moved to Anthem City after such a long stint sheltered in the attics of the Bolshoi Ballet Theatre practicing coda after coda season after season. It’s a no wonder she’s rather spoiled and sheltered. She picked up some of the bottles and examined it but then noticing Valerian and his aversion to eating leaves.
”Valerian!” She scolds from across the room. What is it with that dog and eating leaves?! The golden pup whimpered but cheekily continued to chew on a plant. “Valerian St Germaine you get here right now!”
Veronica stomps on the floor and points at her feet and the pup reluctantly walked to her feet and sat down. He IS fully trained. He’s just a puppy but how do you explain to someone that?
|
|
|
|
Post by faythe on Aug 27, 2020 10:38:01 GMT
She shook her head while Veronica browsed while she'd certainly not reject if someone like Mr. Sudeki found a fancy to her but that was far out of her league to consider.
She scratched the pad. "You'd look like you might have walked similar circles, forgive me to assume that all ladies and gents of considerable wealth knew one another. I had an inclination you ventured here on his recommendation, seems I was mistaken."
When they both found the dog chewing on some of her herbs she looked to the one in particular he found interest in before she started to scribble once more.
"Rosemary is good for dogs actually, but you might want to consider a bit more fiber in his food maybe sprinkle some of Rosemary, fennel, and sage. Even if just for edible garnish, they are good for the digestion."
|
|
|
|
Post by Veronica St Germaine on Aug 28, 2020 1:52:06 GMT
Veronica tapped on her chin. She found herself too sheltered nowadays. It was one of her stages from being manic to depressed in a blink of an eye and unfortunately it was the latter of late hence stuffy. Although she was still too ashamed to admit it to herself at the moment even more so to others that she’d been struggling. She would often blame it on work though at the same time put on the facade that working as an exotic dancer did not take a toll on her whatsoever. Perhaps she had met this Leon at her work. Perhaps he was a client that she had never bothered to learn the name of. Or have forgotten the name of. Either way, she cannot for the life of her picture this face of his.
“Actually I’ve just moved here from Moscow. I don’t know many people here at all” She patted Valerian on the head to reward him and allowed him to wander around the shop again. “To be honest, I don’t know anyone here at all.”
She half smiled sarcastically rolling her eyes. Except for drug dealers. Even then she doesn’t even know their names. It’s always hey man or hey you. Or her stupid fat boss. To be honest she could use some friends. She was feeling rather lonely.
“You know what? Why don’t you wrap up some of the herbs in some cheese, ham and bacon and see which one likes best?”
|
|
|
|
Post by faythe on Aug 28, 2020 4:25:27 GMT
Faythe paused a moment wondering where she was going with that thought process. Wouldn't it just have the dog choose between meat, cheese, and meat? What might that do for the herbs? Her confused brows contorted rather obviously as she pondered hard on Veronica's request. Did she even have bacon stocked in her own fridge? It was an herb shop, not so much a grocery stop.
She certainly didn't have cheese right now... Her fingers fell from her hair she had been twisting in ponder.
She looked up to Veronica and shrugged with her hands up at her sides empty of what she might be able to give in an awkward and apologetic rejection to her proposal. But raised a finger to request Veronica to hold on one second before disappearing like a white leaf behind her counter.
She pulled a box of little bags and came back to give to Veronica. If he girl accepted then she would see a free handed Faythe start scribbling in her pad once more.
It's my sample box, one I place on display when I go to an event to sell my stock. There are three of a various different samples, dried, and ready for use. Fennel, sage, camomile, dill, lavender, and mint. Don't share the last two with your friend here but they'd be good for you. If he ends up with a Favorite you can come back anytime. It's a freebie, on me."
|
|
|
|
Post by Veronica St Germaine on Aug 28, 2020 5:28:00 GMT
There was a slight disappointment that Veronica’s requests were not fulfilled but what can she expect from this part of town? She decided to shrug it off. It can’t be helped and more often than not her requests could not be fulfilled anyway.
“Oh don’t be silly darling, I don’t do free samples. I will pay you in full. What I was here for. Well” She thought about it for a while.
Could she be asking Faythe to be her personal gardener? She did always want her apartment to be more green and indeed it was dull as of late. And stuffy. Yes, it’s a very prominent problem in her life right now. No, she can’t. Can she? Could she even - survive? Perhaps it was just a way to have another person to be around her vicinity that was not attending to her, but there was also the threat of Faythe becoming a pain in her ass. Veronica could get sick of her presence and then who would take care of the plants? Veronica can’t keep them alive even if it would cure cancer. And the even greater possibility that Faythe would be sick of Veronica and to be fair, that’s what Veronica feared the most.
“My penthouse is a bit dull and I need something to freshen it up a little. Diffusers, scents, flowers. The such? I don’t know, you’re the expert here. Say, tell me more about this... Leon... Who is he?”
She did not want to impose. Perhaps she’ll ease into the idea.
|
|
|
|
Post by faythe on Aug 28, 2020 12:25:07 GMT
She motions for Veronica to follow her to the counter once more. She sat in the rather cushie looking almost bed she had slid into to rest her ever growing fatigued body. It was a slim bench that seemed to b raised higher to meet the counter and the cushions and pillows that laid about it on either side were ornate and embroidered with bright flowers and homey rustic patterns none of it matched and none of it coordinated but it wasn't supposed to.
Faythe slid a three ring binder to Veronica who upon opening it would see a full catalog and a short description of plants and other objects with pictures, descriptions, and properties they might provide for various uses in stock by type, then by alphabetical order, if Veronica looked through it she would start to scribble what she knew about Leon better.
I know he is a bulk supplier of mine as of recently. The new business prospect might get me a new phone in the near future. He owns Lightning Tower Corp which is huge. He is a strong and gruff looking blond fellow though, not to be taken lightly. Still he was a gentleman and very accommodating in our business.
|
|
