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Her voice was kind. That was the first conclusion; melodic, pleasant to listen to with an interesting lilt to it. Jade flickered towards the mentioned object, a quick glance at the now seemingly harmless fingertips. It would be awfully rude to ask the lady for such mundane task, on the other hand so is accidentally burning down her shop because she's a mess.
Pathetic.
Instead Cindy decided to occupy her mind with other details instead her own misery as she reached for the violets which had a slight blue tint in their petals.
“Everything is so...heavenly. No, that's not a good comparison. Heaven is barren compared to all this wonder.” she was quite surprised she managed to form complete sentences, the possible hints of what she exactly is slipping without care. She probably won't see the flower lady ever again...even though she seemed to radiate familiar tender kindness.
“That would be all...I made sure there are some left for others after me. I just...need plenty of violets.” the entity glanced at the small bouquet protectively yet gently cradled in her hands
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The general shift in her mood expected during this time yet it never failed to catch her off guard. Hell shackled her powers…to a certain extent. Nothing she couldn’t rip free if she wanted, both the chains and control was an illusion during these days.
The usual pride only found in traces in her walk, only the steeled clacks of resolve to not crumble, to not lash, out to not break. even further Strangely sweet scents beckoned, called her; Cindy’s curiosity getting the best of her. She…had to visit, so she might just investigate the source of floral scents instead of aimlessly walking.
The shop seemed more like a small garden of how Eden possibly looked like. How…was that possible to cultivate life, a blooming one in this ring? Or in Hell at all. Arms safely wrapped around herself, a frail defense, a weak source of comfort and mostly to not accidentally ruin any of the beauty with the slightest touch.
Rich raven hair and small statue caught her eye among the flurry of colors, a nervous swallow; she couldn’t risk to knock on anything.
“Excuse me Miss…do you-” voice tinted with her distinctive rasp along with the usually well hidden pain
“Do you happen to have violets?”
Scarlet turned when the bell hung above her door rang, signaling the arrival of a customer and smiled pleasantly at Cindy. Her brows rose slightly, not expecting for the sinner (at least she assumed the woman was a sinner) to look so...human.
Still, the poor thing looked scared? No, that wasn’t the right word. She looked like she might fall a part at any minute. While her first instinct was to ask if the woman was okay, Scarlet did not have a chance to voice her concern before the fiery-haired woman had asked her a question.
Blinking owlishly, it took a moment for the imp to process Cindy’s question. “Oh, um--yes! We do carry violets. There is a vase of them on that shelf to your left, honey. You’re welcome to pick as many of them as you’d like and I can wrap them of your ya.”