The ghostly girl laid back on the hammock, feeling herself swing for a while before coming to a stop. In the distance there was traffic, but far away enough not to bother her. She thought of her cell phone, sitting on the coffee table at home. Just last week that thought would have sent her into a near panic attack. But Fleur swore that switching off for a bit would do her the world of good and she had to agree. She closed her eyes and drew in a lung full of the woodland air. She let the sound of birds fill her ears instead of the ticking of clocks. Here ten minutes was a long time and so the day stretched out like a small eternity. She couldn't stop bad things happening in the world even if she tuned into the news twenty-four-seven, it could only make her more anxious, more fearful. In her quiet contemplation she could think about love, the people she cherished and what was right with her life. She felt like Illumin's whisper was in the trees. She was smiling a little, a smile with a twist to it, like the smile of a child who is determined not to weep. Her smile died faster than wisps of smoke dissipated after a candle flame has been snuffed out. Her smile shined like the stars in the sky, with no bright city lights to dim them. It was like the sun opened its eager light to shine about her, only brightening her perfectly aligned teeth. Once found this happiness would be easier to find again.
In time, Fleur found herself in the marketplace of Baska. Why was she there? Fernando, the fashion designer, asked her for a favor and locate the magical Golden Scissors, a rare item. Apparently travelling merchants that were only recently within the town limits had the enchanted scissors and Fernando wanted them. As she approached the area, she noticed a huge crowd as the merchant in charged showed off the item she needed, the dazzling Golden Scissors. Everyone immediately began screaming, shouting bids across the marketplace floor. Rising numbers shot into the air before Fleur pushed her way to the front. She wasn't one to talk, but instead, let her blade to the talking. With both hands, she leveled the sword across his neck and eyed the scissors. That was more than enough to get her point across, because it was immediately bagged and placed in her care, in exchange for the money.
Job completed. Time to head back to Fernando. If he didn't have an award on the table, Fleur was finished helping him.
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