[img]https://i.imgur.com/Qi43mLx.png[/img] [hr] [table] [row] [cell][color=black] [sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup] [/color][/cell][cell][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][/cell][cell] Looking busy when it wasn't her strong suit, especially when she was working in the presence of the actual Gods themselves in the very same room was growing to be a bit of a trouble. Flower arrangement was [i]fine.[/i] Was it really her favorite hobby though? Not really. She preferred plants left alone in the garden, and she even grazed on the spring weeds that were edible. Even the weeds she foraged before the Festival were going in her soup later with cloves of garlic. Just the thought of it was making her hungry. But, for the small span of time she had been here in training, the fellow maids tried to teach her the art of flower language and the reasons behind their placements in bouquets. Arinyra grasped some of it, yes, but it was such a surmountable thing to memorize them all. Her thought wandered, the background chatter only lulled to a droning sound while she picked the stems to tidy them for presentation. One of the gardeners caught sight of her spacing out, giving her a leer for her to pay attention however. Arinyra shifted her eyes behind her black mask, not that her fellow coworker could tell she was trying to smile at them in an appeasing manner. [color=8690a2]"Sorry, I should get to exchanging out the wilted flowers. Over there."[/color] She excused herself in a hurry, carrying a bushel of orange gladioli and red irises in her arms. Her steps were carried quietly while she walked the span of the ballroom, then found herself immediately shrinking right up to a pillar when she noticed the God of Death and the Hunt himself charge on through. She might as well be flat as one of the banners hanging and fluttered in the rafters. For her own sake, Nyra was a nobody. Once she saw that he was gone through the doors leading towards the garden, she hurriedly walked to an isolated corner of the ballroom with slightly wilted plants in their vases. They weren't particularly dead, per say. The flowers were in a rather floppy state, stems feeling a tad squishy to the touch and the petals did not hold their weight. Nyra figured they would do wonderfully dried in her room, otherwise the maids would have tossed them by now. Not really minding that she was literally shoving half-wilted flowers into her dress where ever they could be held for the time being, she exchanged them with the new ones that were prepped by the more experienced flower-arranging gardeners. Onto the next corner for new flowers, Arinyra couldn't help but to sneak glances at what was happening while she was busying herself with her tasks. Did someone get evaporated into ashes yet? No? [i]Well, it could happen sooner or later.[/i] Tales of paranoid hunters during her time in the mountains said that you can easily annoy a god, and your life is forfeit. Futzing around with the flowers in her blemish covered hands, she couldn't help but nitpick at how the bouquet was sitting in their pot. Suddenly, Nyra's eyes detracted from her current duty and took sight of a wandering stray bee buzzing through the array of colorful flowers sitting before her. [color=8690a2]"I think you'll find the garden a better place to fly around, little one. Ample place to fly too."[/color] The masked gardener whispered to the striped insect, then reminded herself there was more work to be done and got to gently sticking in stems into the pot - just as she should be doing. [/cell][cell][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][/cell][cell][color=black] [sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup] [/color][/cell][/row][/table] [hr] [center] Location: Ballroom Tags: None uwu[/center]