Lady Josephine and the Saarebas Herald

Gold Coins to a Green Thumb

The inquisitor wandered Val Royeaux searching for some sort of flower shop or anything similar to such a place. After a quarter hour's worth of aimless travel the qunari had finally located a traditionally fancy looking stand selling a plentiful amount of flowers and other aesthetically enjoyable plants. As she came closer the shopkeeper's eyes lit up at the sight of such an important political figure browsing their wares.

"Welcome Inquisitor! Are you perhaps hear to purchase something more graceful and less violent than weapons and protection this time around? If so I am willing to give the Herald herself a discount. Fifteen percent off any of your purchases. A generous deal I assure you." The shopkeeper seemed eager to please as well as having a tinge of nervousness buried deep down to keep their composure in front of the mighty herald of Andraste.

Adaar's eyes shifted from the rows of flowers to the merchant. "Yes, I am looking to buy a gift for... a lover." She could already hear the gossip.

The florist gave a good serviced smile and clap their hands together. "Good! Fantastic! Have anything in mind at all?"

The herald shook her head "I'm not exactly knowledgeable on flower arrangements."

The Orlesian flower salesperson made a dismissing gesture with their left hand "Not a problem I assure you. Perhaps tell me about this lover and we can figure something out."

The inquisitor began to give a vague yet detailed description. She had fallen for an Orlesian diplomat girl but had yet to confess her feelings to. The florist then hand picked flowers and a couple other plants, going on about their cultural and historical meanings. Eventually she left with a bouquet of pink camellias, magnolias, violets, moss rosebuds and to her surprise dandelions and grass (supposedly representing faithfulness and homosexual love according to the florist).

The next step was going to be the hardest part.