Fancy Things

Emile listened intently as his half-sister spoke, his gaze following her paws as she gestured and taking a moment to take in the full scope of the arch. Serenity indicated that he could help by gathering flowers to wind around them closer to the date to help preserve them and he nodded, a small smile even tugging at his lips. Yes, he could do that. Briar suggested some colors and Emile nodded slowly, tilting his head to the side. "Ttttthere's Meadowsweet near-near-nearby, butttttt ttttthey're delicate annnnnd their scent changes ifffffff damaged so we'd h-h-h-ave to be careful." He glanced at Briar, Meadowsweet's flowers were small and white, delicate, perfect for a wedding theme but they came with their own challenges, they would need to range further than their own lands if they wanted to find something else, but it was her day and he would happily gather up anything he knew how to find.

The conversation continued on and Serenity suggested each of them start painting at one end of the arch and Emile nodded, taking up position opposite of Briar.  Painting was a different beast altogether from gardening. Emile was no stranger to using tools, he was proficient enough at digging or potting but not painting. He couldn't seem to get the motions right. While Briar was moving carefully Emile's focus was more on being thorough, getting good coverage, and before too long his chest and paws were splattered with slowly drying paint.



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