[Starters are hard when you don't have ideas. But Yui is a ball of cute so it will probably be fine. I think. even if it's not fine it'll work out anyway, that's how we roll]
[ With summer giving way to fall at Noble Academy, its student were left to the preparations for the fast-approaching winter months. Among them was tending to the school's vast and beautiful gardens, a task that wasn't as simple as it seemed. While there were certainly plants that would survive the snowy months ahead, many of the flowers had to be pruned back so they'd grow healthy and strong at the turn of spring. A sizable group of students turned out to help — naturally, that was just Haruka's pull, sunny and warm, like the source of the flowers' vibrancy. She'd been caring for the grounds since the start of the year, after all. It was all thanks to her that they had these wonderful gifts day after day.
And she was also the reason that the clipped flowers wouldn't simply be thrown aside or away. Such a thing seemed a waste, after all. All the blooms were bright and perfect and in abundance, even as the students, with their dirtied gloves and sharp clippers, sheared them from their trees and bushes. Piles began to accumulate in damp cloths and wicker baskets.
Towa sits beside Yui with a handsome pile of freshly cut flowers, legs folded daintily beneath her. Her hands gingerly work at a few of the pliant stems, weaving them into one another. It's slow work, as she's only just learned of this craft. Flower crowns are serious. ]
Is this satisfactory?
[ Scooting forward toward the other girl, Towa presents the semi-circle for inspection. ]
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can we just call it all of the pink
even if it's not fine it'll work out anyway, that's how we roll](powder puff | from crown to root)
And she was also the reason that the clipped flowers wouldn't simply be thrown aside or away. Such a thing seemed a waste, after all. All the blooms were bright and perfect and in abundance, even as the students, with their dirtied gloves and sharp clippers, sheared them from their trees and bushes. Piles began to accumulate in damp cloths and wicker baskets.
Towa sits beside Yui with a handsome pile of freshly cut flowers, legs folded daintily beneath her. Her hands gingerly work at a few of the pliant stems, weaving them into one another. It's slow work, as she's only just learned of this craft. Flower crowns are serious. ]
Is this satisfactory?
[ Scooting forward toward the other girl, Towa presents the semi-circle for inspection. ]