May 13th, 1893 - Potts Flower Show
Noble Greengrass
Noble Greengrass
Everything seemed to be going off without much of a hitch. Much like last year, Daffy had tamed and tempered her mother’s ideas into something more manageable, but this year she had a better idea of what she wanted to do and frankly, she had more time than normal. Not sleeping for more than an hour or two here and there left her with plenty of extra time to prepare and plan and she’d even drawn out a map!
Each zone was its own miniature ecosystem, a swamp, a deciduous forest, tropical and local, plants and flowers both magical and muggle in every nook and cranny, carefully crafted and sculpted to create this wildly cohesive adventure through their garden and part of the park. The hedge pathways alone were a lot of work, but magic was a beautiful thing and with most of the family helping, things went up expediently.
Daffy could feel the fatigue in her limbs, the jitters from lack of sleep prickled at her fingertips, but she ignored it as best she could. Once she got through today everything would go back to normal. Eventually she overcame the sleeplessness, even if she knew she had to go back to her flat above the shop sometime. Never mind that she couldn’t close her eyes without revisiting the night of the break in, that the last time she’d ever gotten any actual sleep was the following night when Ama had practically forced a dreamless sleep potion down her throat. The potions still made her leery after what had happened with the incorrectly brewed one. Since then it was cat naps and late nights, and a newfound taste for coffee in the early mornings. What else could she do? She had never mentioned this to anyone at home, she didn’t dare tell Elias to cause unnecessary worry, so she would just have to get through it. There was nothing anyone could do for her anyway.
Everything was set up and so far the day was progressing nicely. Daff had finally found a moment to breathe late in the afternoon. A headache was creeping up her neck into the base of her skull. She could feel her hands shaking and so she wandered away from anyone who would notice, through one of the paths to the little swing she had set up beneath the willows at the edge of the lake. The shade and the breeze felt lovely as she picked up the hem of her soft green dress to sit on the swing. Her vision was swimming a little bit, but she also hadn’t eaten much today. Some lemonade and a snack would do her some good, once she cooled down. Shaky hands gripped the ropes of the swing tightly as she took a few deep breaths. Once this passed she would find something to eat, she just needed to rest for a few minutes.
The dizziness hit her like a blow to the chest as she fought for control of her limbs, but the tremors were almost too much. Slowly she slid to the ground before the swing, hands at her temples, her vision blurry and her ears fuzzy.
Each zone was its own miniature ecosystem, a swamp, a deciduous forest, tropical and local, plants and flowers both magical and muggle in every nook and cranny, carefully crafted and sculpted to create this wildly cohesive adventure through their garden and part of the park. The hedge pathways alone were a lot of work, but magic was a beautiful thing and with most of the family helping, things went up expediently.
Daffy could feel the fatigue in her limbs, the jitters from lack of sleep prickled at her fingertips, but she ignored it as best she could. Once she got through today everything would go back to normal. Eventually she overcame the sleeplessness, even if she knew she had to go back to her flat above the shop sometime. Never mind that she couldn’t close her eyes without revisiting the night of the break in, that the last time she’d ever gotten any actual sleep was the following night when Ama had practically forced a dreamless sleep potion down her throat. The potions still made her leery after what had happened with the incorrectly brewed one. Since then it was cat naps and late nights, and a newfound taste for coffee in the early mornings. What else could she do? She had never mentioned this to anyone at home, she didn’t dare tell Elias to cause unnecessary worry, so she would just have to get through it. There was nothing anyone could do for her anyway.
Everything was set up and so far the day was progressing nicely. Daff had finally found a moment to breathe late in the afternoon. A headache was creeping up her neck into the base of her skull. She could feel her hands shaking and so she wandered away from anyone who would notice, through one of the paths to the little swing she had set up beneath the willows at the edge of the lake. The shade and the breeze felt lovely as she picked up the hem of her soft green dress to sit on the swing. Her vision was swimming a little bit, but she also hadn’t eaten much today. Some lemonade and a snack would do her some good, once she cooled down. Shaky hands gripped the ropes of the swing tightly as she took a few deep breaths. Once this passed she would find something to eat, she just needed to rest for a few minutes.
The dizziness hit her like a blow to the chest as she fought for control of her limbs, but the tremors were almost too much. Slowly she slid to the ground before the swing, hands at her temples, her vision blurry and her ears fuzzy.
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