<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/93109bc70f87a9ebcb32f147b5a7497a/tumblr_olx2qbAXus1uop5ado1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: June 3rd, Morning | Front Yard<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: 50's Floral Fantasy (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b8/62/3e/b8623e4a1c70310b9a5b312e551a6f41.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nathaniel Wynter | Open<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Gardening and greetings<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Vi was kneeling in the grass at the edge of one of the many circular and oval flowerbeds in her front yard, the landscape arranged pleasingly with ornamental trees and shrubs grouped with blooming plants and lush greenery.  She was wearing a pair of form-fitting, high-waisted capri pants and a sleeveless floral top tied around her rib-cage, revealing a good portion of her smooth, porcelain midriff.  Her floppy sunhat served to keep the harsh rays of the sun off her face, which was already partially protected by a pair of lemon yellow sunglasses.  She bent over the flowers, digging gently with her trowel to loosen the dirt around the roots of a particularly recalcitrant weed, muttering under her breath, as if coaxing it would work.  Finally, she managed to yank it free of the soil with a cry of triumph and sat up to drop it into the wooden box in the grass beside her.  "Gotcha!"<br/><br/>Brushing the dirt off her pretty blue and white gardening gloves, she sat back on her heel and took a long sip from her reusable water bottle as she glanced over the street.  At first her gaze passed right by Nathaniel, then it drifted back and she beamed as she recognized him.  Setting the bottle aside, she lifted her hand to wave at the sweating man, calling out.  "Yoohoo!  Nathaniel, darling!"  She rose gracefully to her feet and made her way closer to the sidewalk, smiling as she drew closer and confirmed her suspicions.<br/><br/>Pulling off her sunglasses as she drew closer, she hooked one leg over the third button of her shirt, which is where she'd unbuttoned to, revealing a hint of cleavage.  "It<em>is</em>you!  What on earth are you doing on Desmond drive, my dear?"