Day 25 of 100 Word Prompts: Flower
“Can you just go for me,” Gwen said as she backpedaled into Joy.
“No, there are some things that a lady needs to do herself, and this is one of them,” Joy replied with a giggle, “Go on now.”
Gwen looked down the road to the flower cart, resting just out of people’s way as they walked.
“Are you sure? I really don’t think-”
“Does Germain need to hear about this?” Joy asked.
“That’s not fair,” Gwen replied. “You know full well that I can do this, I j-just don’t feel like it right now.”
“Well, in that case, I suppose we should just walk away like nothing happened,” Joy replied. Gwen felt a flash of relief pass over her until Joy opened her mouth again. “You’re not hurting the guy. You know that, right? I mean, it’s just a simple spell that will help things lean in your favor a little when you’re dealing with people.”
“I know, I just don’t know, you know?” Gwen said, stomping around in the small circle. “I just don’t want to use magic on him. Look at how nice he is to everyone that passes, whether they are patrons or not. I just think maybe this is wrong.”
“I’ll make you a deal, okay? If you keep up your end of the bargain, that gentlemen will have the best day of his life, if not,” Joy made a rather rude gesture to Gwen.
“Hey, now, that’s not fair,” Gwen replied. “I just don’t think that this guy has done anything to deserve this.”
“Ten,” Joy said.
“Come on,” Gwen replied.
“This is a lot of pressure,” Gwen said.
“Fine!” Gwen said, walking over to the man.
“Seven!” Joy called after her.
Gwen turned quickly to give Joy a dirty look. Joy was holding six fingers up.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” Gwen muttered as she approached the flower cart.
“Hello there, pretty lady, can I interest you in some flowers? Their practically a steal at two copper a bouquet. Or you can get a dozen roses for two silver,” the man said.
“I, uh,” Gwen paused and looked over at Joy. Four fingers. Gwen closed her eyes, letting the magic swell inside her. She opened them, looked up at the man smiling with a bouquet of roses in his hands. Gwen turned to look at Joy. Two fingers. A smile twitched at the corner of Gwen’s mouth as she locked eyes with her friend. “Joy, why don’t you come over here.”
Gwen’s words came out like a melody that only she and Joy could hear. She watched as her words sank into Joy’s expression. Her hands dropped, and she marched toward her. Joy’s previously sinister expression had faded completely, replaced by a look of pure contentment.
“Joy, why don’t you buy some roses from this nice man,” Gwen suggested.
The magic charged out of Gwen, in a flood of music and rhythm toward Joy. The only thing that told Gwen it was working was the placid look on her face as she fished two silver pieces from her pocket and paid the man.
“That’s perfect,” the man smiled. “Here are your flowers.”
Joy reached up and took them.
“Hey, I don’t normally say things like this, but I like the color of your skin,” the man said.
Joy blinked a few times, the magic wearing off.
“That is not okay, Gwen!” she growled as she threw the flowers to the ground and stomped away.
“What was that?” the man asked. “I was only giving her a compliment.”
“It wasn’t you, Gwen said as she scooped up the bouquet, “it was me. I’m sorry about that. It was lovely of you, really.”
Gwen ran off after Joy, eventually catching up to her a few buildings up.
“I’m sorry, Joy. I didn’t think that you would be so upset,” Gwen said. Joy remained silent, but her cheeks and the tips of her horns had begun turning a purple color. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just-I don’t know-I didn’t want to use magic on that guy. He was innocent and-”
“So, you thought it would be alright to use it on me?” Joy erupted, “We’re friends, Gwen. Friends don’t use magic on each other, remember?”
“It was harmless,” Gwen replied. “I just got you to buy some flowers from him. And I’m pretty sure he was hitting on you.”
“Regardless, there are just some things that friends shouldn’t do to each other, Gwen. I’m telling Germain when we get back. I’m sure he’s not going to like hearing about this,” Joy threatened.
“No! Don’t tell Germain! He’ll stop me from using magic for a week again!” Gwen pleaded, “Come on, Joy. I said I was sorry!”
“You broke one of the first rules Germain gave us, Gwen. You never listen, and you always break the rules. You should learn to be a better friend,” Joy said.
“You know what, Joy. I don’t care if it bothers you. If you can’t handle a little spell like that on you, when you know it’s been used against you, what are you going to do when he teaches me the more advanced stuff,” Gwen said.
“What advanced stuff?” Joy asked, trying to maintain her stubborn visage.
“I heard him talking the other night to someone. They were talking about a job coming up. It was all very hushed, but the conversation got a little heated when Germain told the person the price. They stood up and started raising their voice. Germain whispered something to them, and they nodded, completely calm. It was freaky,” Gwen said.
“If you ever use something like that on me, I’ll kill you,” Joy said, taking a step away from Gwen.
“No, no, no,” Gwen said, waving her hands in front of her. “I know when I use that friendly spell, people know that my magic has effected them, but that stuff is serious manipulation. That person talked about overreacting like it was their idea that they had overreacted, but they didn’t even finish a sentence.”
“That’s scary,” Joy said, “You promise never to use anything like that on me?”
“I swear it,” Gwen said with a curt nod. “I’m not opposed to magic between friends as long as its harmless, but I would want to know when it comes.”
“For sure,” Joy said.
Gwen and Joy walked in silence for a seconds before Joy looked over at her.
“You really think that guy was hitting on me?” Joy asked.
“Oh, yeah! Big time. I was standing right there, and he didn’t even look at me. Also, look in your hand,” Gwen said.
Joy opened her fist. “He didn’t take the money?”
“He didn’t take the money,” Gwen said, holding out the roses. “I think he’s sweet on you.”
“Oh, no! I flipped out right after he complimented me, didn’t I?” Joy said.
“Yeah,” Gwen said, cringing. “I did tell him it was me, not him, that made you freak out.”
“Should I go back and talk to him?” Joy asked, looking over her shoulder.
“It’s up to you,” Gwen said with a shrug. “But, I would.”
“Listen, even if I go back, I’m still telling Germain what happened,” Joy said as she stopped walking.
“I would expect nothing less,” Gwen said with a wink. “Get after it, girl.”
“Alright,” Joy said, giving Gwen her evil eye. “This doesn’t change anything.”
“I know,” Gwen agreed as Joy ran back toward the flower cart.
Gwen finished walking back to the inn, thinking of a way that she could figure out what Germain did that night. It was something that would come in handy if she ever got herself in a position where she was really in danger. At least getting in trouble with Germain just meant that she wore the restrictor bracelet until he took it off her wrist. She’d survive for sure.