"…Y-you’re not serious!" Winifred huffed, looking absolutely appalled as her lips parted in horror. "You can’t match up a rose and a lilac!! That’s just…just taboo! That’s like putting a daisy and a daffodil together - it doesn’t happen.” She shook her head, letting out a calming breath. “No, lilacs should go with lavender and something bright to match the shade of purple, such as a yellow lily. And roses? Well. Roses are an independent flower. They don’t need anything but a bouquet of themselves.”
Night had newly fallen in the countryside, there was silence minus the sound of the wind and the faint sounds of crickets chirping— However with her sharp ears, Trisha Elric heard everything. From the sounds of the humans pacing down cobblestone streets in town to cats yowling in the night, so it wasn’t any surprise the vampire mother heard this young woman approaching.
She turned to the young woman, the moonlight practically illuminating her pale white face and gleamed in her crimson eyes as she studied the young Winifred. She looked exactly like the Winry she knew only there was a different scent about her, something off.. Her life force wasn’t exactly the same.
But Trisha Elric wasn’t without manners. Daintily she laid her hands on her flowing white skirt and bowed her head respectively with the assuring yet chilling essence of a smile. “Good evening miss, or perhaps I should say good night? It’s a pleasure to meet you on this wonderful eve none the less.”
She shouldn’t have been out so late at night. Winifred knew better than this, but she had to make a last minute delivery. “This is the last time I’m trusting Sheska with the order book,” She huffed to herself, attempting to wrap the small shawl tighter around her shoulders. It was her own fault really - both for thinking Sheska could handle everything when the girl expressed to her, most likely a hundred times, that the order form confused her and for running outside without a coat. Who would have thought Germany was actually cold at night? She tended to stray away from the streets when the sun fell, simply because she didn’t trust the people who wandered them. Desperate people without homes, willing to steal from others at any cost, Nazi soldiers roaming around out to make another slaughter in the name of their pride. How could a country so beautiful be turned into…well, this.
The shop owner sighed softly, hair bouncing off her shoulders as she rushed through the cobblestone pathway - only stopping at the sight of an eerily familiar woman. Winifred was positive she had never seen her face before, so why did it seem like she already knew her..?
Blue eyes widened at the bow, a bit taken back with the courteous gesture many others seemed to lack. “It is a nice night, isn’t it?” The blond’s voice was polite, dawning a kind expression. Her eyes left the vampire’s only for a moment to admire the moon before returning to the dark-haired woman, “I don’t mean to be rude, but isn’t it a bit dangerous to be out here by yourself..? If you’re lost, I can show you back to your house,” Winifred nodded, smile growing. “Munich can be pretty confusing to navigate in the dark.”
Bryar eyed the young woman for a moment from where he stood, out of the corner of his eye. This was the first time he had come into her flower shop, but certainly not the first day that he had found himself in need of a bouquet of flowers.
He visited her grave weekly, you see, a dangerous habit in and of itself when one considered the circumstances of her death, but habit was habit, and despite all public opinion contrary the fact, ‘old Iron Blood’ could love and he had loved her,so he would risk the suspicion for the chance to lay flowers at her tombstone.
But first… He needed the flowers.
“Ah, yes, Miss, I could use some assistance.” He finally said, his light blue eyes flickering back over to remain where the young shopkeeper stood.
Oh! Another solider, how…odd. Normally the only man affiliated with the German army who came into her modest flower shop was Edison. They had a tendency to stray away from areas and shops such as this, which was both good for her peace of mind and her business. The second a Nazi strolled into the store, ten regular customers rushed out. But she couldn’t blame them, how could she? They had a right to feel uncomfortable and feel the need to flee. “Of course,” Winifred chimed out, shaking the thoughts away and replacing them with a friendly smile. Ah well, no need to judge a book by its cover. He looked…intimidating, for sure, but intimidation had a knack for hiding kindness.
"What can I help you find today? Were you looking for anything in particular?"