Backdated to Thursday, September 9th

[convallariaceae]

[Yuuka had been sitting in her garden for quite a while since the Hotel event. She literally had not left it for days, save for necessities. That BOY, did something to Yuuka that she could not understand. Somehow his pathetic clawing for proper speech managed to produce something that set a smoldering pile of ash ablaze in the back of Yuuka's

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[pickedontemplar]

*It was a good night to take a walk. Alistair was done with some of his yard work earlier and decided to have some 'me' time, away from the family for a while. He sighs heavily, feeling the cool night air fill his lungs. Alistair stares up at the stars before he feels his shoulder bump into Yuuka.

He stumbles a bit to the side before he stops and lifts his hands.*

Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention, day dreaming got the best of me yet again. I didn't mean to bump into you miss!

[pickedontemplar]

I-I never said you were old! You don't even look it--

*Alistair pauses to stare down at the flowers crawling up his legs, and on instinct, he swats at them, trying to step away*

H-Hey! Call off your flowers!

[convallariaceae]

But they're beautiful, are they not?

I know you didn't call me old...however I am old. Very very old. Older than you could likely possibly imagine living.

[Yuuka approaches Alistair, leaning down to pluck one of the flowers from his legs, and holds it out to him. It's a cluster of pretty little yellow broom.]

Yes, you remind me of this flower.

[pickedontemplar]

*He glances down at the flower and furrows his brow*

That flower... Why exactly, do I remind you of that flower?

[convallariaceae]

It is a flower that symbolizes humility.

I would advise you take it...or the other flowers will continue to vie for your attention.

[pickedontemplar]

*He purses his lips and nods, looking like a child who doesn't want to try green beans, but he takes the flower from her, hesitantly*

[convallariaceae]

[When he does, the persistent little flowers on Alistair's legs simply wither and fall from him.]

[Yuuka then gives Alistair a smile...an incredibly hard to read smile...and begins to walk away.]

[pickedontemplar]

*OH would you look at that! He smiles as the flowers fall away but he looks up to Yuuka, taking a small step forward.*

Ah, will you be alright on your own?

[convallariaceae]

[Yuuka waves a dismissive gesture at the man. Persistent, this one.]

Of course, of course. I have been for thousands of years, after all.

[The tone in her voice says she will NOT be alright on her own...but really, would Alistair want to chase after this woman?]

[pickedontemplar]

*Honestly, the woman scared the crap out of the Grey Warden. He wasn't sure of what to say or do, if restraining flowers were involved. He takes a glance down at the flower in his hand and twirls it, thinking for a moment before he nods, sticking it in his shirt pocket*

Right then. Forgive me for my concern. *Alistair turns to leave*