No Title(orginally posted on bjd30minfic)
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fastfeetnella
rompt: Diamond(August 11, 2008 )
Title: No Title >.>
Rating: G
Dolls: Fleur Royale(Mythdoll Yue)
Author's Notes: Ack, yet again, nothing really happens. Sorry if you were expecting something exciting, I'll try to write something less boring next time! The couch is based on a chaise I built for my dolls out of clay a few weeks ago. Comments, even if it's just to say that you read it or you hated it, are all appreciated! Thank you!
The crisp sound of the door chime rang in the small, fine ears of Fleur Royale. 'A customer, at last!' she whispered. It had been two hours since Alwyn had left for her magic lessons, leaving Fleur alone in the Shop. She quickly ran from her desk to greet the guest. It was a woman, the most etheral woman Fleur had ever had the pleasure of seeing. Her pale blue hair, the colour of a winter's sky, reached her ankles. She was dressed in a flowing, sparkling gowns that look as if light itself was the cloth. On her head rested a delicate headdress made of silver and diamonds that shone like stars. To see her was like meeting a goddess come to visit earth from the heavens.
"Good evening," Fleur said in a quiet voice most unusual for her. The lady turned to face her and smiled a small, kind smile.
"My name is Fleur Royale. May I be of assiantance?" The woman nodded her head and spoke in a soft voice, hardly louder than a whisper. She pointed to one of the rooms and asked if she could look in there. Fleur answered that of course she could. She escorted the lady over to the fine goods that were kept behind a glass cabinet but the woman shoke her head.
"I am here only to see what there is. Show me whatever you like, Miss Royale," she said, scarely audible. Fleur next guided her over to another connected room, filled with a grand variety of objects. Here there was wood furniture, silverware, glass figures and curios from around the world. But this was not what Fleur wished the woman to see. Fleur peeked behind a large chest of drawers and, finding what she sought, guided the lady past a smaller doorway and pulled back the silk curtains.
There lay a beautiful crystal fainting couch with gentle curves like draped fabric. Elegant and ornate designs were etched into the pure crystal that shone like a diamond. The patterns were only visible when sunlight caught the impressions. The woman whispered to Fleur, "That is perfect. Thank you." With that, she left to talk about price with the Shopkeeper, Miss Celeste.
Fleur attached a Sold tag to it, written in the same handwriting has the Shop sign. After the woman had gone, Miss Celeste strolled up to Fleur as she was sweeping the floor.
"Fleur," Miss Celeste called in her strange accent, " you did a wonderful job today. That was Vesta Celosia. She was very pleased with both you and that couch you picked out for her. Keep up the good work."
Title: No Title >.>
Rating: G
Dolls: Fleur Royale(Mythdoll Yue)
Author's Notes: Ack, yet again, nothing really happens. Sorry if you were expecting something exciting, I'll try to write something less boring next time! The couch is based on a chaise I built for my dolls out of clay a few weeks ago. Comments, even if it's just to say that you read it or you hated it, are all appreciated! Thank you!
The crisp sound of the door chime rang in the small, fine ears of Fleur Royale. 'A customer, at last!' she whispered. It had been two hours since Alwyn had left for her magic lessons, leaving Fleur alone in the Shop. She quickly ran from her desk to greet the guest. It was a woman, the most etheral woman Fleur had ever had the pleasure of seeing. Her pale blue hair, the colour of a winter's sky, reached her ankles. She was dressed in a flowing, sparkling gowns that look as if light itself was the cloth. On her head rested a delicate headdress made of silver and diamonds that shone like stars. To see her was like meeting a goddess come to visit earth from the heavens.
"Good evening," Fleur said in a quiet voice most unusual for her. The lady turned to face her and smiled a small, kind smile.
"My name is Fleur Royale. May I be of assiantance?" The woman nodded her head and spoke in a soft voice, hardly louder than a whisper. She pointed to one of the rooms and asked if she could look in there. Fleur answered that of course she could. She escorted the lady over to the fine goods that were kept behind a glass cabinet but the woman shoke her head.
"I am here only to see what there is. Show me whatever you like, Miss Royale," she said, scarely audible. Fleur next guided her over to another connected room, filled with a grand variety of objects. Here there was wood furniture, silverware, glass figures and curios from around the world. But this was not what Fleur wished the woman to see. Fleur peeked behind a large chest of drawers and, finding what she sought, guided the lady past a smaller doorway and pulled back the silk curtains.
There lay a beautiful crystal fainting couch with gentle curves like draped fabric. Elegant and ornate designs were etched into the pure crystal that shone like a diamond. The patterns were only visible when sunlight caught the impressions. The woman whispered to Fleur, "That is perfect. Thank you." With that, she left to talk about price with the Shopkeeper, Miss Celeste.
Fleur attached a Sold tag to it, written in the same handwriting has the Shop sign. After the woman had gone, Miss Celeste strolled up to Fleur as she was sweeping the floor.
"Fleur," Miss Celeste called in her strange accent, " you did a wonderful job today. That was Vesta Celosia. She was very pleased with both you and that couch you picked out for her. Keep up the good work."