Apr 15, 2007 18:04
Most of the week had been busy as Aerith had been growing flowers and picking them as well. It had been worth it. Her stand was set up on the outskirts of the park, the flowers arranged just right. Potions were hidden away under a small table. Over the stand, "Aerith's Flowers and Potions" were painted neatly with bright letters. She sat back and waited, crossing her fingers that her hard work would pay off.
But for now, she enjoyed people watching.
[OOC: Open to all.]
aerith's flowers and potions,
meryl strife,
aerith gainsborough