The night was waning and yet the Harvest Festival was still thriving. The early hours had not depleted its numbers, and neither had they served to pull the Dusk girl from the revelry.
She has danced until her feet were sore and then she had danced some more. It is only with her heart thrilling in her chest, with Reichenbach taken away to meet with others and her brother off somewhere with Aislinn, that Florentine is quite so suddenly alone.
Her amethyst eyes gleam as she watches a musician play. Their music is a Denoctian tune, one the flower girl has come to know for her many, many trips into the Night Court.
The music begs her to dance and where her feet can no more, so the golden girl simply sways like flax within a summer breeze. All at once Florentine becomes aware that she is not the only golden creature here. Oh how her eyes had become so sensitive to such a colour. Her gaze snaps to golden curls and honeyed skin. She knows the scent of that sun-kissed coat, she knows the softness of those curls, she knows the venomous words that can part that creature’s pink lips.
It is both pleasure and fear that tangle themselves within her heart, her stomach. It is both that make her blood run faster and her heart beat harder. Oh, she should leave and she turns, she moves, but it is not to go…
Each step brings Flora closer to the Solterran girl, memories of crystal water dripping like their tears once did. Florentine’s body quietens the closer she gets to Bexley Briar, her soul aching to run, run, run.
“Bexley.” Florentine breathes and she wonders when it became a lament. Was it a mirror of her heart, her soul? Time had passed but it did not ease the ache for where her heart remembered this sunshine girl.
Bexley.
That is all the flower girl can say for now, for what could truly fill that ache she feels in her heart? Yes, Florentine was in love Reichenbach, but Bexley was still a girl so dear, a phantom her heart could not help but love.
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★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
