 blue and white Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Trilling Tulips, he wrote. He also carefully wrote everything he learned about them underneath.
So they were magical, then. Brandon's annoyance at the magical world producing tulip colors the nonmagical world could not was soon replaced by curiosity and pleasure. Firstly, he liked that they made musical sounds. It reminded him of filling glasses with different heights of liquid and making a sound. It was also very nice. Secondly, he felt like the tulips were trying to say something. They were very beautiful tulips. Brandon loved flowers so much. Magical ones included.
He was wondering if the color combinations were supposed to be based on the most complementary colors, meanings, or both. Or maybe there was a specific color-music-flower rule that he didn't know about. His first thought was that he shouldn't be TOO contrasting, but he shouldn't be TOO similar, because notes and colors that were right next to each other often didn't blend right.
He hoped his tulips would follow the norm. Not that he didn't like individuality, he just wanted this to be simple. And not awful-sounding. He grabbed earmuffs.
He headed to the cubicle, relieved that the partitions were clear. Brandon wasn't a particular fan of small spaces. He took a blue tulip, and a white tulip, because the colors went nice together and he didn't get the strong immediate sense that they'd hate each other. That usually happened with people he introduced- he'd get the immediate sense of if they'd get along. He wasn't sure that was the same with flowers.
He was thinking his next pair might be white and green. But first, blue and white! He lined the flowers up next to each other, trying to make them 'comfortable'. He just got the sense that they should be comfortable. Then he gently touched their stems with his wand. Then, he waited. |