09-08-2018, 02:57 PM
Cosette loved flowers. She didn't have much of a green thumb, so every plant she would put in her little home often died, but she always thought they were pretty while they lasted. They bloomed elegantly, awaking to the spring sun. She didn't know much about it, but whenever she thought of the definition of beautiful, she would think of flowers, all types and colors. It was a shame she couldn't keep them that way, in all their glory. Still, in a way, they would be making them into something just as beautiful. Well, if she could figure out how to do this.
With a woven basket in tow, she had set out towards the lake, where plenty of flora grew. She was grateful for the oasis as it offered both safety from the desert's heat and pleasant scenery. It was somewhat disappointing that they would be moving further into the territory. Nevertheless, she didn't bother complaining, instead doing what had been asked of her. She circled the water source and plucked the colorful plants, dumping each of them into the basket for her to carry back to camp. She smiled softly, pleased with her collection so far; there were all sorts of colors, ranging from red to blue and everything else in between, making sure to get enough of yellow, her favorite color.
The female almost forgot that she didn't know how to change them into paints--or that she would have to in the first place. Once she was done and had filled it up to the brim, however, she remembered just what her task had been. Oh, right. She huffed, scratching at her cheek absent-mindedly. Was she just supposed to press them into paste? And were they supposed to be wet or dry? Who knew? Definitely not her. So she sat there and stared down at the basket, hoping someone would come to her rescue and show her how to do it.
With a woven basket in tow, she had set out towards the lake, where plenty of flora grew. She was grateful for the oasis as it offered both safety from the desert's heat and pleasant scenery. It was somewhat disappointing that they would be moving further into the territory. Nevertheless, she didn't bother complaining, instead doing what had been asked of her. She circled the water source and plucked the colorful plants, dumping each of them into the basket for her to carry back to camp. She smiled softly, pleased with her collection so far; there were all sorts of colors, ranging from red to blue and everything else in between, making sure to get enough of yellow, her favorite color.
The female almost forgot that she didn't know how to change them into paints--or that she would have to in the first place. Once she was done and had filled it up to the brim, however, she remembered just what her task had been. Oh, right. She huffed, scratching at her cheek absent-mindedly. Was she just supposed to press them into paste? And were they supposed to be wet or dry? Who knew? Definitely not her. So she sat there and stared down at the basket, hoping someone would come to her rescue and show her how to do it.
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