clementinegueye:
Clementine smiled politely at her story, watching her face carefully. There was something about the woman - Clementine felt as though she were intruding on her. She noticed her gazing at the orchids, and said nothing on it. “They’ve all got meanings,” Clementine confirmed. What kind of I miss you was it? An ex lover? An ex friend? Someone taken by death? She couldn’t bring herself to ask, and instead decided to just answer the question. “White Carnations for remembrance - or striped Carnations, which says you’re sorry you can’t be with them and wish to be, pink Camellias for longing for the receiver, purple Hyacinths express sorrow. Tea roses say I’ll remember always, and maybe a few mixed zinnias - they mean you’re thinking of them.” Clementine looked back to the orchids, and added, gently, “we can always do something with the orchids, if you’d like.”
Thierry had given her orchids when he’d proposed. Shiloh’s fingers longed to reach out and brush against the soft petals, but she kept them firm against her side. She turned to listen to the woman, who obviously knew her craft very well. Who knew there were so many flowers that could mean variations of the same things? “Oh,” she murmured, casting a glance over her shoulder. No the orchids would be too personal, she needed her mother not to expect. Skylar was dead after all...she was Shiloh now. “But a bouquet with the other things...the um...the striped carnations, the hyacinths...the camellias and tea roses and zinnias. Could I have something with all of those?”












