Post by castra on Aug 20, 2012 11:08:44 GMT -8
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[atrb=style, border-left: 60px solid SeaGreen;][style=height: 80px; width: 80px; border: 4px solid SeaGreen; float: left; margin-left: -103px; margin-top: 10px; background-color: SeaGreen;][/style][style=height: 80px; width: 80px; border: 4px solid SeaGreen; float: left; margin-left: -103px; margin-top: 110px; background-color: SeaGreen;][style=opacity: 0.9;][/style][/style][style=height: 80px; width: 80px; border: 4px solid SeaGreen; float: left; margin-left: -103px; margin-top: 210px; background-color: SeaGreen;][style=opacity: 0.6;][/style][/style][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 15px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;]▆ Gosh this was tiresome. There were some days Celino swore he woke up far too early to be bothered, even the fragrance of flora could do nothing to remedy his mood. It was an odd thing to plague a person, but whenever this happened he tended to be grouchy for the remainder of the day. At the moment he was delivering a bouquet of flowers to Town Hall, apparently they needed some to spruce up the place because their last bouquet died. It was really was nice to see flowers play such an important role in a Village, aside from the farmers who grew them for shipping. Flowers actually brought in a good amount of gold, people just didn't realize it. He made a note to remember to set some seeds aside for Xenos for next time he saw the other. He had promised the albino male some after all. And, though he was typically unsocial, he preferred to keep his word. WIP |