<span style="color: #FF40FF">Deciding to not get anything, though keeping an eye on a rather pretty looking brooch necklace, Vataliny leaves the store, the little bell connected to the door jingling quietly behind her as she left. Descending the four small steps to the sidewalk below, she turns to her left, heading that way. To her next destination. It was a bit of a walk, with a lot of turns here and there. The moment that the woman from before began trailing her, Vataliny knew. Every turn, every step, she knew, but even so does not let that show. Acted as if she was oblivious to her follower. Quiet, and seemingly focused on her destination, she does not glance back once, instead keeping her eyes straight ahead, the umbrella once again resting uopn her shoulder.<br/><br/>She turns once more, heading towards a rather colorful flower shop, one that was known for their unique bouquets and beautiful flowers. The store itself was like a old English country style cottage, the small pane windows having flower boxes filled with colorful pansy flowers. In the front was a wrought iron fence with a small area in front of the building, which had stands filled with blooms, in buckets, vases, on lattice, even in wheel barrels. Some were hanging from hooks in baskets, others growing in small patches in the ground. It was, in short, a garden of paradise. A few places had small tables, holding gardening tools, and a couple of silver watering cans were hanging up. Near the edge of the area was a stone well, with a bucket on a rope.<br/><br/>A woman stood out front, wearing a simple yellow dress, brown lace up boots, and an apron, along with a straw hat that had a tie under the chin, and on her hands were gardening gloves. In her left hand were a pair of gardening clippers. Opening the garden, Vataliny steps inside on to the cobblestone of the area. Hearing the clicking of the fence, the woman looks up from the flower bed she was attending, and smiles. "Ah, Miss Rose, so good to see you on this lovely day. And I must say, you're looking quite lovely yourself my dear girl. Why you haven't found a man and settled down is beyond my imagination." <br/><br/>Vataliny smiles at the woman. "Now now Madam Gardencia, I have my reasons. It is quite nice to see you too, the flowers are as beautiful as ever." She leans slightly to smell a large white rose, closing her eyes slightly, so that her long lashes brush against her pale cheeks. Still with her nose to the flower, she speaks again. "I think I'll take a dozen of these, and a dozen of my usual red ones. And...throw in a black too, would you please?" Gardencia, as the name of the flower shoppe was Gardencia Blooms, nods, going to gather the specified flowers.<br/><br/>Only when she does this, does Vataliny stand up. Knowing that the girl from before was still around. Watching. However, this did not bother Vataliny once, and the moment she paid for the flowers, now nestled in her arms, she thanks Gardencia, and leaves the area. Glancing around, she spots the female, but turns the other way. Once again acting as if not knowing of the other. It was only one's guess how long she was going to keep this up. Who knew? She walked along, glancing in to the shop windows around her, but not stopping to go inside. <br/><br/>The only place that was left to visit was the small park area, it was quite lovely. Center Square, or Swan Lake Park, as some called it. As the pond at the center of the area always had a couple of swans floating along the surface near the fountain that was the center of the pond. Walking up the stone walkway that led to the center of the area, the scent of flowers all around, the sun dappled slightly due to the trees that were there, she goes over to the pond, standing in front of it. Waiting. Wondering if the girl would approach.</span>