The question in regards to her occupation had eventually arisen, and Vivienne found herself quietened by the inquiry.
It had always been the same question, had it not? Back to back, acquaintances and passersby in her life had always been very eager to learn of the nature of her life aspirations. She would so often find herself at a loss of words. These people, would every so often approach her due to the status of her wealth from being born with a golden spoon wedged inside her tiny little mouth. Had she no virtues beyond a gateway to a lifelong of diamonds and luxuries?
This time, however, she would deeply reflect on herself as well as her choice of words, so she would not come off as a mere representative front of her family name.
“I… am a lady-in-waiting to my father’s empire,” she said, hesitant, but with the honesty and willingness to present her authentic self to the dragon mistress, “..’Tis not encouraged for I to assume the roles of the laypeople; Father has made that very clear. But someday… someday I would like to open up a flower shop.”
“…Someday.”
In contrast to what some may believe, Clair appreciated the thoughtful answer. The hesitation was clear, but it could be explained in various ways, regardless of how much she disliked the idea. To march on forward and tackle her problems head on was the ideals that the clan encouraged. Smokes and daggers, although she understood their worth and how seeped it was in some of the clan’s affairs, were generally looked down on as cowardly.
However, her personal aspiration was no where near as high as what Clair would have liked. Flowers were fleeting, and, as much as her Dragonite did enjoy them, she could not imagine hosting that sort of shop in Blackthorn. Such a dalliance was more suited towards — ugh — fairy users.
“I see…” She said after a while, popping another takoyaki into her mouth. Higher aspirations, such as what the girl’s father had encouraged, was much the same in her own family. Grandfather expected great things of all of them, particularly his two grandchildren. Lance would take the head of the clan, and she was busy with the gym and managing Blackthorn as a whole. She’d never thought of it as a burden nor something to avoid — asides from the idea of being tied down by marriage. The thought alone was enough to bring Clair to frown, which was somewhat hidden by the fact she’d popped another takoyaki into her mouth.
Clair swallowed, “if you had a flower shop, where would you open it?”
