HONEYBEE | open, wt + jericho needed

[PIERCE]

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☀ — just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

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For his weekly task, Pierce had been told to create a "housewarming gift" for someone he wanted to be friends with, and while he knew the other tom had been in the clan for a little too long for it to truly be a housewarming gift, Jericho was the only person he could really think of giving a gift to. The leader of Sunhaven was a nice guy, respectable and certainly admirable, being able to lead a clan with such a gentle, guiding hand. Pierce didn't know if he had ever met a leader with such a kind, gentle demeanor, yet somehow Jeri managed to maintain that and simultaneously keep his clan in line. Maybe that was just because they had yet to run into any trouble, though. Not that Pierce knew of, at least. The first real impression the serval had ever gotten of him was when he'd first set up his little plant shop, and Pierce had been undeniably excited. He loved plants and flowers, and to have a shop full of all kinds of them was pretty special.

Knowing of the other's love for flora, Pierce had initially planned on painting him something, but had then reminded himself that, duh, Jeri was blind. So, despite drawing and painting being his only true strengths in art, he'd had to improvise. With some of the flowers he'd bought from the other, he had woven a crown, one made from orange marigolds and little white daisies. It wasn't nearly as crude as some of Pierce's previous works, possibly because he'd attempted to make the same crown at least four times before he'd been happy with it.

Now, all he had to do was actually find the guy. He didn't really know where the Helion lived, so he'd just gone to the next best place, which was his shop. Peering into the floating vessel loaded with pots and seed packets, Pierce spoke, flower crown tucked carefully into his satchel, "Hey, uh, Jeri? I have something for you."

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[member=1284]jericho[/member]

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[jericho]

Jericho has a habit of tuning out everything around him when he works.  The ginger tabby's mind always tends to get lost in his surroundings and thoughts, his white paws moving on their own and his head somewhere completely different from where his body lies down on earth.  He's spent the morning in the greenhouse, weeding and watering and checking on his plants to make sure that the seeds are ever-slowly beginning to sprout and that the flowers are healthy, and after padding along the beach he's inevitably found himself in his shop.  As much as he wishes for free time to spend he nearly always finds it expended on work, though work he adores.  Jericho gets lost in the flowers that line his shelves and tables, pruning and propagating and organizing and organizing again.  The little tabby knows that everything is in its place — gods above know he's checked a thousand times — and yet he looks again, inspecting for any excuse to allow him to waste the days away in a place he loves so dearly.

He gets so absorbed that he doesn't hear Pierce's approach — he hardly even hears his call.  The orange tomcat, his fur brilliantly aglow beneath the midday sun, ignores it as simply another voice in the masses that occasionally pad past him in their way through town.  He only glances up when the creaking of a wooden floorboard beneath the serval's weight somehow manages to catch his attention, ears pricking and head lifting and turning to better angle himself towards his unexpected visitor; it dawns on him rather swiftly after that it's Pierce, a clanmate with which he's familiar, and Jericho hurriedly rises to his paws.  "Oh!  S-Sorry, did you need me?" the Helion responds hurriedly, the words seeming to tumble from his mouth hastily in his embarrassment.  He appears sheepish, his cheeks turning rosy red beneath his pelt, honey-hued gaze flickering about in the vague direction in which he senses the Sunbearer standing.  Perhaps it's his rushedness or perhaps it's the other flora that surrounds them covering up the scent of Pierce's gift, but Jericho shows not even an inkling of awareness that the other male comes baring gifts at all.  He's beautifully oblivious, so pleasantly unaware.