Beauty in the mire

Isabella Heiwa · 06-23-2012, 02:47 AM

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took forever but I finally got it up! She's in the area near the stables

Isabella bent over the bush. The delicate flower on it waved in the wind, their heads of petals bouncing along in the breeze. Isabella plucked the head off one of these buds and pressed it to her nose. She sniffed the heady smell, a sweetness that was kind of raw. She pulled the petals clear of their head, and ground them beneath her fingertips. The scent was stronger in her nares and she wrinkled her nose at it. Touching the paste to her wrist, she rubbed it into her pelt. With a quick brush, it fell of her pelt. She smelled again and was pleasantly surprised at the scent lasting despite the mush. The oils from this flower would work well to replace her garden rose scent. Granted, it was much different from that variety but it was still good.

She placed the hand basket on the ground before the bush. Plucking the heads from the bush, she separated the petals and dropped them into the waiting basket. The bush was a large one, and somehow it was blooming quite a bit. Every inch of this edge of the pond was covered with shoulder high bushes and simply coated with the flowers. Greed was clear in her eyes as she plucked more and more of the flowers off the shrub, hungrily stripping the swamp rose of its blooms. But when her basket filled up with a load of petals - and the heads of the flowers littered the ground - Isabella was forced to stop. If only she took another basket. These blooms couldn't be too common.

She started to head back from the bush, though she still turned and stared at it in longing. She hardly had enough to fill a vial with essential oil. Maybe her skirt? Isabella glanced about to see if anyone would notice before pulled off her skirt. She laid it down on the ground and began to pile on the petals so that she could sneak off without anyone seeing her so.. mundane.

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