@unscriptedfates
In front of Ephen’s face is a brief rain cloud, lower than the sky would want it to be— but it showers water for a few moments, and then it vanishes as quickly as it had appeared. The Golden Rose doesn’t feel the brunt of the rain, the flower having taken it all in, but there are some that turn an eye towards the boy holding said pot when he enters. He doesn’t focus too much on them, though— they’re customers, and at least one of the two people he expects to meet on his way up or one of his siblings’ll probably know how to handle their needs. Five steps away from the stairs, he lifts the box off the wagon cart, only to stop midway and lower it before its weight can crush him — he’d rather not die this early, would rather not drop anything and make a mess in front of the stairs or on the restaurant. ( It’s getting more and more crowded by the day- and with the festival, clutter would make everything worse. )
Seeing a familiar face nearby distracts him for just a bit, though. ( Yeah. Totally. Nevermind the flower seeds and the ingredients and all, and everything else. Ah, geez, sure. )
“ Hey―Dad ! I haven’t seen you in a while.. ! ” Well, truth be told, he probably hadn’t just seen him since the morning or yesterday, but.. still, that was a while. ( Not as long as three years before, at least. )