Though he let her walk ahead of him, he could still see the moment she realized what she was looking at; flowers from her childhood that spilled from containers and vases, that filled the air with the most delicate yet powerful perfume. The moment she spoke of one of the flowers (he presumed, since he unfortunately knew very little of her mother tongue), Faustus grinned even more at the lovely lilt her voice took on. And even more as she beckoned him to come closer, which he obliged all too willingly, peering over her shoulder, eager to see the flowers from her perspective. To him, they were quite lovely, but they held little meaning to him, something he lamented as he'd come across this shop in the first place.
But to her, he knew they would mean something much more, and he had found himself wanting to know what. Gogeurt and roses: they would likely prove to be a beautiful combination of flower, and Faustus took note of them as he perused. Over his shoulder he glanced at the shop hand who had been paying particular close attention to the flowers she'd mentioned, and the ones she seemed most drawn to.
His attention, however, was drawn back to her as he noted the slight shift in tone as she spoke of her family. It was somewhat sad and melancholy; something that while Faustus couldn't relate, he knew what it was like to remember on the sweet times that had been lost to the past. "They're quite lovely, Marie," He murmured, reaching out to pull out a small bunch. "Why don't we take some with us?" Just a small bouquet; there would be time later to admire them more.
But to her, he knew they would mean something much more, and he had found himself wanting to know what. Gogeurt and roses: they would likely prove to be a beautiful combination of flower, and Faustus took note of them as he perused. Over his shoulder he glanced at the shop hand who had been paying particular close attention to the flowers she'd mentioned, and the ones she seemed most drawn to.
His attention, however, was drawn back to her as he noted the slight shift in tone as she spoke of her family. It was somewhat sad and melancholy; something that while Faustus couldn't relate, he knew what it was like to remember on the sweet times that had been lost to the past. "They're quite lovely, Marie," He murmured, reaching out to pull out a small bunch. "Why don't we take some with us?" Just a small bouquet; there would be time later to admire them more.