A Not-So Daring Day (Open)
Aug 13, 2009 21:51:40 GMT -5
Post by rosetta on Aug 13, 2009 21:51:40 GMT -5
So many shades, textures, hues! Pinks and magenta and reds - why; it was certainly Rosetta's home away from home. Yes, outside of Pixie Hollow - she may indeed have just found the ultimate vacation home.
Yes - there was much to see around Main Street - but being the size of the petite fairy - she wasn't enthralled with the ornamental buildings and boutiques that captured the imaginations of the humans residents - why would she, when there was such magnificent displays of greenery.
And Edison Avenue (though Ro, of course, did not call her hideaway that - it seemed to blase) - had a particularly beauty about it. About four separate gardens separated by a walking path - almost centering around a small fountain. Most of the crowd hub-bub was blocked by the tall stocks of flowers and silvery green leaves.
Well...when you were away from home - do what you wish. Her keen, cultured eye had scanned the blooms - checking each stock and greenery for imperfections. What she did find, she had already helped - encouraging a mum to perk up here...encouraging a family of aphids to move up and out. Her coaxing voice and cultured persuasion twisted stalks, straightened leaves...and as she finished what she considered her actual work - she began to subtly turn the flora for her own, guilty pleasure.
She had a notorious habit of straining her wings - always fluttering close to the ground, afraid to touch down and ruin a good pair of shoes. But the plants were always eager to help - and the broad, heart-shaped leaves made for a great, impromptu lounge hammock.
The leaves sagged under her weight as - delicately as she could - she flopped back onto their veiny surface. What breeze could reach into the tangle of grass and foliage sent the hammock into a gentle rocking motion; and Rosetta felt as contented as a babe. For a moment, she closed her eyes, breathing in the heady scents of flowers - that no clumsy human would ever smell - even if they had their head buried right amidst the petals of a large rose.
"My, I'm gonna have to do this more oft'n." She purred, enjoying the soft tickling sensation as she rolled over onto her stomach, and allowed her own wings to fan against her shoulder blades.