<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Georgiana_AVI.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Georgiana Elliot<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Gardens<br/><strong>With:</strong>Open<br/><strong>When:</strong>Almost 1pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Absentmindedly Thinking<br/><br/>Lilies and roses permeated the air and Georgiana inhaled deeply letting the fragrance waft around her as she absentmindedly ran her finger's through her hair. She had been sitting for almost an hour, the sun warming her cheeks and the scent of flowers playing on her senses. It was a beautiful day.<br/><br/>Getting up from the small bench she had placed near the roses, Georgiana bent over the blossoms a smile touching her lips as her nose touched the silkiness of the petals and its fragrance entered her nose, filling her nostrils with its sweet scent. She loved the garden, loved the peacefulness in her usually chaotic life. Her hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back in soft curls, the thick locks unimpeded by pins flowed like silk down her back. Her bright brown eyes shining in the afternoon sun light as she picked a couple roses for the entryway.<br/><br/><strong>"These will brighten up the entry hall rather nicely I think."</strong>She smiled bringing the roses to her nose and inhaling. She turned towards the Lilies and embarked to pick a couple as well.