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[X] Just refusal? That seems crass. Something's missing...
Morning glories, and striped carnations. Well, those are certainly the flowers that would signify a rejection of a woman's affection, but... it seems rather crass to do naught but reject the poor dear, doesn't it? Yes, simply handing these flowers to your fairy would be quite the casual dismissal of her feelings, and that simply will not do; you have no desire to leave the girl distraught.
"Hey, come on, stupid!" Cirno hisses, pressing the flowers forward. "Take 'em before she gets up!"
You raise a hand to stop her insistence, and rest a hand firmly on her shoulder. Now, if you can just recall the flowers you need... ah, yes, those will do nicely.
"Cirno, listen to me for just a moment. I would like you to find something else for me..."
You sift through the small bouquet now in your possession, checking it over one last time; it is, in fact, just what you asked Cirno to procure for you. Good. Your fairy is beginning to stir, and it would not do to come up short given the importance of the message you intend to convey. As your fairy blinks away the last of her sleep, you prepare yourself for the task at hand.
"Awake, my dear?"
Your fairy looks sleepily up at you from her resting place in your lap, and gives you a small smile as she nods the affirmative. Affording her a smile of your own, you gently help her into a sitting position; it is now or never, then, as they say.
"Excuse me, my dear, but I have something very important to give you. It may upset you, but... if you would only promise to try and understand, I would be most reassured."
She cocks her head quite quizzically, and you bring the bouquet to bear, presenting her with the assortment of snowdrops and rue that Cirno acquired at your behest; an appropriate symbol of regret and consolations for your fairy, given the severity of your coming action. She appears to understand the sentiment, but is most confused by it, and gazes anxiously up at you as she takes the flowers from your hands. With a careful and deliberate motion, you withdraw the single striped carnation hidden within your sleeve, and offer it to her. Passing the small bouquet to one hand, your fairy reaches up and accepts the carnation carefully; she examines it mutely, her once cheerful countenance growing sad. She turns her eyes back up to you, her despondent pout almost making you flinch; anything less than cheer simply does not suit her at all...
"I truly am sorry, my dear. I may have given you the wrong impression earlier, but I..."
She nods once again, her shoulders sagging. Hanging her head, she sniffles, leaning all her weight against you as she curls up a bit. You draw her a little closer in an attempt to comfort her, running your fingers through her soft hair absently as you listen to her quiet puffs of sadness, and the lone whimpers that escape her every now and again. You remain silent throughout, granting her the moment she needs.
After a long while, she eventually straightens up. She looks back up at you at last, and though still she looks sad, she offers a weak smile. She glows softly for a moment, a single orb of light forming in front of her; the small seed soon unfolds into a new flower: a single yellow rose. She looks hopefully up at you, the flower floating up toward you all on its own. A yellow rose means...
Of course. Carefully you pluck the blossom from the air, quickly affixing it to the arrangement already pinned upon your shirt. You may not be able to accept her feelings of love, but her feelings of friendship are more than merely welcome.
A wondrous thing happens once that flower is attached to your little corsage. One by one, the lilacs and carnations metamorphose into further yellow roses, and some lovely pear blossoms. Your fairy's smile grows a little at that, and smile back at her.
"Shall we stay together a little longer?"
Instead of an answer, your fairy merely closes her eyes and rests herself completely against you, her soft smile never leaving her.
"I owe you some thanks, Cirno," you remark as you use several long strands of grass to tie off the small arrangement of agrimony and Canterbury bells you've been picking during your walk back to the stall.
"Course you do!" She exclaims proudly, thumping her chest. "But that was good thinking with the other flowers! I guess you're not too bad after all, Mister!"
She claps you on your back with a surprising degree of force, and you find yourself stumbling along just a bit before you can recover. Quite the arm on that one.
"I appreciate your approval," you offer with a laugh. You can spot the road up ahead, as well as the red glow of the stall's lantern, and you pause. "I do believe we may want to part ways here, Cirno. I must admit I left Miss Lorelei in a bit of a foul mood, and I wouldn't wish for you to be caught up in my trouble."
"Kay." Cirno flutters her wings in a rather pretty display of light, and turns to head off, waving cheerfully as she goes. "Misty's no fun when she's angry anyway! See you later, Mister!"
You wave with less enthusiasm as little Cirno flies off to wheresoever it is that she goes. It seems it is time for you to face the music. Take a deep breath for reassurance, now, and step out onto the road.
You stroll as calmly as you can toward the familiar eel stand up ahead, noting as you approach that Wriggle has long departed, and little Rumia has not returned. It would appear that you will be on your own entirely. It is just as well; this is your trouble, after all. Finally the seemingly endless walk to the stall comes to a close, leaving you standing awkwardly before the counter.
Miss Lorelei stands in silence behind the counter, polishing a glass. She does not so much as look up, though you feel certain that she must have heard you coming, considering her rather astounding senses.
"I am back, Miss Lorelei."
A rather weak statement, but it is all you have at hand.
Still she does not look up; it is quite difficult to miss the perturbation in her tone. You present the bouquet you have assembled as politely as you can, and at last Miss Lorelei permits herself to look up at you. Setting aside the glass, she reaches out and takes the arrangement of flowers from you, examining it in a most detached fashion.
"My gratitude. I realize it is not much, but you did after all permit me to deal with my business."
She purses her lips in a most sour manner.
"Is that all you have to say for yourself?"
... well, is it?
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