How Green Becomes Wood

"I was just about to," Dark turned, a warmth Alec would be able to detect creeping back into his voice, "That looks beautiful, you did a wonderful job. Hm," He turned his head to the side, admiring its shape and colours, "It reminds me of your mother."
 
Alec smiled proudly. "I thought so, too! I probably shouldn't give it to you for her, but will you tell her I made a bouquet inspired by her?"

Tristan rolled out, smiling with a bit of pride at his student/employee's accomplishment and pride.
 
Tristan rang him up, giving him a generous discount as promised. He would have given every flower in the store to Dark if he'd asked, but he doubted Dark would actually appreciate that.

Noah watched over Tristan's shoulder, learning how to work the register.

"Do you want a card to go with it?" Tristan asked, handing Dark what looked a bit like a cardboard drink holder from a fast food joint, but it was designed to hold vases, not drinks.
 
"No thank you," Dark replied, paying in cash and leaving some extra in the tip jar out of respect to the floral artist who made the bouquet, "Handwriting alone is not enough to move her, so spoken words must suffice."
 
"Right, then," Noah said, rubbing his hands together. "Shelving things by color and checking for water. I can do that."

"Excellent," Tristan said with a smile as three young men came in nervously. "I'll leave you to that. If you have any questions, or if you receive any questions you cannot answer, send them to me. Alec, if you could please make a few more of the Huckleberry Magics, and then try your hand at something in the red family, and then in the yellow family."

"Yes, sir!" Alec said eagerly and hurried into the back to create more bouquets. This was great! He was being trusted to "invent" new arrangements!

Tristan stayed near the register, keeping an eye on things in general throughout the day, constantly going back to check on Alec and get supplies. Alec spent most of his time in the back making bouquets (new and standard), prepping flowers, and bringing anything Tristan needed to the front. Noah quietly went about doing most of the menial tasks Alec was normally tasked with like keeping the flower buckets filled, sweeping up the never-ending flow of petals and leaves, and answering whatever simple questions he could while always keeping a close eye on everyone that walked by or entered the shop. It was not an arrangement Tristan loved, but it was a necessary thing, and Noah seemed genuinely happy to have some kind of work. He'd not yet been able to find a job since being cleared by his doctor, and while he'd never have thought he'd end up in a flower shop, it was a nice place. Plus, him taking over most of Alec's tasks in the front released Alec to do a lot more bouquet building and experimenting. Everyone seemed to be winning.
 
Dark went home, stopping in the kitchen after petting his dog to put the flowers in a vase. Then he carried it upstairs to Daizi's study, knocking on her door. When she said he could come in, he found her working at her desk with Ivy in her lap.

"I brought you flowers, Spider," He told her, setting them on her desk. He took her hand, and after he kissed the back of it, he guided her to the bouquet, "Alec made it, and designed it too. It was inspired by you, and from the second I looked at it I saw you in it."

"It sounds like he did a good job, it smells wonderful," Daizi replied, feeling the delicate shape of the flowers, "I don't know if I should thank you or him."

"Both of us, in our time," Dark replied, and finding this agreeable she leaned forwards to kiss him, which made Ivy grumble as she was pressed slightly between her parents.
 
Alec came home that day excited and talking all about the new level of responsibility Tristan had given him. He still had to make certain to keep up with the standard bouquets that they offered, but Tristan had agreed to let him experiment and create a few new bouquets. One new bouquet would be featured every other week. Depending on interest, it would either be retired or added into the standard rotation, potentially replacing older bouquets that were not selling as well. He also talked about Noah, confused but pleased by the addition. He figured Noah was a friend of Tristan's and needed a bit of help, and that was why Tristan had decided to hire him. He was very, very good at cleaning, almost as good as Dark, he told the family. Another positive thing, as the weekend went on, there was not one bit of trouble. Not a single broken pot or rowdy customer! There was a Karen, but an army of Navy Seals couldn't stop that.

Xander guessed that Noah was there as security, though he didn't know why. He hadn't thought the shop was in that much trouble with rowdy people, but maybe Tristan knew something Alec didn't. Xander never dreamed it would have anything to do with why Dark had been so low the previous weekend.

Flower shop drama aside, there was something far more interesting happening: The festival!
 
Saturday morning, Dark and Daizi dressed themselves, looking forward to the event. Daizi chose a dark purple chiffon abaya with black floral embroidery on the sleeves and hem, and braided her hair back, weaving in black, red, and green ribbons. She thought above covering her hair, but decided it would feel inauthentic and like she was putting on a costume. Dark, meanwhile, wore his usual summer outfit, which was to say a black button down with the top three buttons undone (to keep some modesty, given the event) and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with his usual jewelry. Given the late-April heat, he wore a looser fit shirt, but he skipped the waist coat. Instead, he opted for a red yashmagh (an Iraqi version of the more well-known keffiyeh) which wore tied around his shoulders, almost like a vest. It was a garment the twins would've seen him use before, but typically only in the summer when he was helping Daizi garden, in his shed, or otherwise engaged in a sweaty or dusty outdoor activity, and on such occasions he used it to keep the sun from his head, to be able to wipe sweat from his face, or to help prevent him from breathing in dust. He also added an Iraqi flag pin to it, right above his heart.

They dressed Ivy in her normal clothes, because they did not want to cause her any stress, but to match her mother, they added white, red, and green ribbons to her hair, which was too dark to necessitate a black ribbon. When Dark came downstairs, he tossed a yashmagh to each of them, "You do not need to wear it today or ever, but you both should have one too."
 
Xander had opted to dress as he normally did, sticking with black pants and a nice button-up dark grey shirt. He chose to skip wearing any earrings, not fully certain of the protocol concerning piercings in Arab circles. He could have asked, but then he decided to just play it safe and skip them. They were just magnetic, anyway.

Alec was decked out in a bright red and green paisley button-down shirt and flared forest green pants and a few bangles and a necklace. He was loving the 70's feel and hoping it would blend in alright. He was in the process of fretting with Xander over whether or not he should change into something more "normal" when Dark came down and tossed them both the large squares of fabric.

"Is it okay to wear them?" Alec asked, looking his over. "No one will get upset?"
 
"Nobody will," Dark assured them, "I do not know if you are old enough to recall, but it used to be a symbol of solidarity. These are a different colour and a different pattern from the keffiyeh, but that is a small matter." He looked at Xander, "It will be good when you are cleaning the stables, when you can again."
 
Xander held it out and smiled, pleased by the look. "Thanks. This looks really cool and useful. I love when those two things combine."

Alec held up his. "I'd like to wear it like a hat with a tail to protect my neck. How do I tie it?" He didn't even question if it went with his outfit."
 
Alec watched Dark closely and attempted to copy him. It took a couple of tries, but he did eventually get it up into a hat with some hanging down in the back to protect his neck. He turned his head from side to side, highly satisfied. "This looks amazing, and will be so nice when we're out in the sun! Thank you, Ba. This is my new favorite thing."

Xander debated on whether to wear his up or not. He ended up deciding to drape it around his neck so that if he wanted to, he could pull it up into a hood, but he liked it being down. The red and white stood out well against the dark of his shirt.
 
"You are very welcome," Dark said, standing behind his son with his hands on his shoulders. It filled him with a deep sense of pride to have been able to share this part of his culture with his sons. Then, after a moment, he let go and headed back into the kitchen, "We just need to get the stroller into the car. Daizi should be down in a moment with your sister."
 
Alec and Xander compared wearing options for a moment and then helped Dark get the final things needed for their trip out. Xander was sticking with his crutches, which were awkward and took up a lot of space, but were reasonably comfortable, and he'd learned to get around remarkably smoothly on them. For short distances he could hobble along fine without them.
 
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