[ Breaking the silence is a small voice, singing to a few plants. She can't make them grow the way she did at home -- with music, with her voice -- but she can still make them happy, she thinks. Plants like singing, don't they? She waters them dutifully, the nametag on her apron reading "Jade :)" in curly, green letters. She's still wearing her Power Rings, even though she doesn't have to; they glitter on her fingers. Around her neck, the sole memory charm she owns hangs on a piece of colored string.
Hearing the bell, she turns around, not recognizing the person entering the shop. ]
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Hearing the bell, she turns around, not recognizing the person entering the shop. ]
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