As the morning lights started to stir, so too did the inhabitants of the city of Eversprings. Some woke earlier, some woke just as the sun started shining, and others liked to stay in bed a little later, sleeping the morning away in a state of bliss. Everyone had their own preferences of times in which to rise from their slumber, and the Tirakura family was no different. A family of three brothers, their father, and mother had passed away quite a while back lived in a two-story home on the edge of the town. They were close enough to the town to be in the safe zone, but just far enough out to have privacy. It was a big change from the small apartment they'd been living in when they'd called Japan their home. Klaus, the oldest brother, age twenty-two, liked to get up early, making sure that everything was in place and making breakfast for the other two. The second to rise would be Lucas, the youngest at ten years old. And lastly was Samuel, the middle brother, who was seventeen. He would probably wake around ten o'clock since until recently, he's been having to get up early for school.<br/><br/>It had only been a couple of months, as Klaus didn't want them to move during school, so they waited until summer break before heading to their new home. Lucas didn't want to move at first, but once they'd arrived, he eventually began to love the place. As for Samuel, he was glad to get out of that small apartment and into the bigger house they lived in now. All three boys got their own room, and Samuel's cat Kiyo-kara got more space to roam.<br/><br/>From the kitchen, Klaus could be found making pancakes, eggs, and bacon, standing at the stove. As he stood there, watching the food to make sure it didn't burn, he looked to the front of the newspaper, wondering if the front page would show anything at all as to what had happened the night prior, or at least some small hint. He'd been woken up by the sirens blaring as the police cars and other emergency vehicles had roared past his house in the middle of the night, heading further out of town and into the woods. He'd heard rumors about that place, people had said the woods were home to an abundance of nefarious creatures, some more dangerous than others, but all quite deadly. Even though most had spoken of this to him with a smirk on their faces and disbelief in their eyes, Klaus tucked the information away in his mind, not wanting to easily forget it. He didn't doubt that banshee, wraiths, demons, and so many others might truly live in the woods. He didn't often admit to it, but he's seen the paranormal before, especially so back in Japan.<br/><br/>He hoped that no one had gotten hurt in any incident, but the way it had sounded, so many cars and all, he was sure that someone had either been seriously injured or worse, had been killed. As he was thinking this, he heard the sound of small footsteps coming down the stairs from the second floor, looking up from the paper and turning to see Lucas coming through the kitchen doorframe, rubbing a hand to his eye and yawning widely. "Good morning Lucas," Klaus says with a smile, laughing softly as Lucas just waves a sleepy wave, pulling out his chair from the table and climbing onto it. "Will you be having the usual?" Klaus asks this with a grin, picking up Lucas' Cup, and once he was given a nod of confirmation, pours a bit of milk into it and adding strawberry syrup and a straw, before setting it down on the table in front of Lucas.<br/><br/>"I'll have breakfast done in a bit, so hang tight, okay?" He turns back to the food that was cooking on the stovetop, glancing out the window. Like so many mornings before, he sees a pretty girl walk past on the dirt path that headed down from some hills next to the woods. All that Klaus knew was in that direction was a small clearing that had a whole bunch of flowers growing, the grass having been let go wild and was at least up to his waist in height. A tree or two, flowering, and a small creek were all that was up there, no houses, nothing. So he couldn't help but wonder where this woman was coming from. Maybe she lived further up, past the field? Shaking his head, he focus's once more on the food, not wanting to burn it. He'd have time to ponder about other topics later. For now, he needed to get breakfast together.<br/><br/>She didn't even notice the eyes that had followed her as she walked down the dirt path, leading into town. The morning was still new, and the dew on the grass and flower petals still remained, dotting each petal and stalk of green with a pristine glisten, each drop perfect in every way possible. They shone with something magnificent, and Feign couldn't help but be amazed by them. Even for as long as she'd lived, the world and all its glorified wonder didn't ever cease to stir excitement in her heart. Dew drops and butterflies, shiny rocks and birds that soar in the blue, blue sky.<br/><br/>In her hand was a large wicker basket, holding an assortment of different jars and such, and sticking out from underneath the closed lid was a large variety of flowers, freshly picked from the meadow. For the longest time, as long as she could remember, Feign had always held a love for flowers and things that grew from the ground. So colorful, so unique, and they all smelled so grand. Donning her usual appearance, a young woman with fair skin, cropped hair and wide eyes, she wore a simple dress that had a floral pattern on the cloth. Her shoes were brown boots that reached just above her ankles that tied with ribbons.<br/><br/>She was heading into town so she could open her store, the only time she ever really entered Eversprings. Faeries and Flowers was the name of her shop, and by the title, in itself, one would be able to tell what they could get there. Flowers. She also sold handmade flower pots, of all sorts of sizes and designs, garden sticks with little decorations on them like butterflies, frogs, snails, and dragonflies. And what they were made of was an assortment in itself. From crystals to stone, shells, and porcelain, Feign took pride in her craft and took extra care to make every piece, every petal, and every customer, extremely happy.<br/><br/>It didn't take her long to reach the medium sized building, that was actually made out of a small cottage house, the bottom half having been converted into her shop. A large spread could even be seen outside in front of the building, along with a couple of chairs, and even a fountain. Unlocking the front door, she steps inside, taking a deep breath of the scents of all the flowers that were inside before setting the stand-up chalkboard sign outside by the door, letting customers know what they could find inside, and what was for sale that day. She gathers up her gardening supplies before turning the sign on the door from 'CLOSED' to 'OPEN', and then picking up an apron from the chair behind the checkout counter, placing it over her dress and tying the strings into a bow at her back.<br/><br/>Since it was still a bit early, she sets about to water all the plants, first starting in the side area that had been made into a sort of glass greenhouse, the sun beginning to filter inside. Everything within the place was colorful and bright, just like how Feign wanted it to be. Even though she knew she could take care of the flowers in alternate ways, she couldn't do so here. Not with the humans around. She didn't want to risk being found out, so she did what she could to blend in with society, not wanting to lose her place here, nor lose the things she'd gained. Her flower shop, her connection to the humans through flowers, and the sense of accomplishment. Before this, when she'd had nothing...she just felt like her sole purpose was to exist. But not now. As she stood out front, watering her plants with a soft smile on her lips, she couldn't help but feel like she was the luckiest girl in the world.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://tc.sinaimg.cn/maxwidth.2048/tc.service.weibo.com/mmbiz_qlogo_cn/cd3a14b24d912b87a0055093f06a7fa6.jpg">[ img ]</a></div>