[ Edelgard may be a carefully crafted tool meant for destruction herself but she has never quite been able to smother artistry. Her talents, if she is generous enough to call them that (and usually she is not), run toward drawing and painting but she finds satisfaction in creating in general, especially in the creation of something pleasing to look upon.
Dressed in black trousers and a jewel-toned purple blouse, Edelgard has tied her long hair (freshly cut!) back in a ponytail. Her own wreath is largely bold red flowers, with accents of smaller yellow ones. She can't help looking over when the man nearby asks his question. Certain she has never seen him before, she takes half a step over to look at his wreath. ]
I think it looks quite nice. Perhaps a ribbon? Or... a tiny gourd? [ They can be arranged well but she didn't opt for any of the latter herself. ] Oh, I had not seen those--
[ As politely as possible, she reaches past him to grab a handful of dark feathers. ]
good wreath
Dressed in black trousers and a jewel-toned purple blouse, Edelgard has tied her long hair (freshly cut!) back in a ponytail. Her own wreath is largely bold red flowers, with accents of smaller yellow ones. She can't help looking over when the man nearby asks his question. Certain she has never seen him before, she takes half a step over to look at his wreath. ]
I think it looks quite nice. Perhaps a ribbon? Or... a tiny gourd? [ They can be arranged well but she didn't opt for any of the latter herself. ] Oh, I had not seen those--
[ As politely as possible, she reaches past him to grab a handful of dark feathers. ]