@artistic-revolutionist
Lyra had moved to Detroit almost a month ago with her sisters. It had taken quite some time but she’d finally gotten her shop up and going. The Fae’s Garden stood towards the outside of the city. The front of the shop a florist with bouquets and small potted plants. But connected to the shop was a large greenhouse. Filled with flowers ranging in common to exotic.
Lyra hummed happily as she tended to the flowers. Business was still slow since she was relatively new. The open sign hung proudly and she kept an ear open for the bell at the front.














