"Oh that IS surprising. You just tend to the flowers and deliver them when asked?" Sigrun nodded, smirking at the squire. It must've sounded like a very boring job to have, let alone one that seemed unsuitable for a woman as young as she was. She glanced over to Dicen, who looked a tad bit injured over what Bolivar had been saying, although the young blonde was sure that he meant well. She gave him a friendly nod and he returned it with a smile. "It pays the rent," she shrugged, sauntering over to the door, her eyes searching for Atta outside over at the Flower Stand, "and gives me good company." "Oh? You her daughter then? I cannot imagine you working for her unless you intend to replace her. I mean besides... More subtle reasons I don't think you chose this right?" She turned to Bolivar with a slight blush. Atta was definitely not her mother, and was not related to her in any way. She wished, though, that her real mother was still alive and around for her to spend time with. Her smile faltered for a moment, but she managed not to betray her true feelings. "She's nowhere near my mother," she chuckled, "although she reminds me a lot of her." "I meet a whole boatload of people through my deliveries, which I like," she glanced over to Dicen and gave him a knowing smile before opening the front door. The bells that hung over the top of the doorframe gingled, making the shopkeeper at the end of the store jump a little bit out of habit. As she stepped out onto the Orchid Lane, he gestured over to the exit as if to invite Bolivar to come along with her, wherever she was planning to go next. "It also gives me a flimsy excuse to stick around Syliras while I figure out what the petch I'm supposed to be doing with my life." |