I love many things, in fact. But I don’t know that I’ve been in love – have you had occasion to learn the difference, Florentine?
“Yes.” She answers simply, boldly. To a heart so young and untried her answer is as obvious as the morning sun that rises. She has been in love – she is in love. Oh how her smile turns dreamy, her heart a stutter in her chest as her stomach twists and flutters with butterfly wings.
But that smile drops just a little – what it is to never have been in love. I am sorry. The words are there, but she dare not speak them – yet if he looked closely, might he see her apology, unhidden, within her eyes?
He continues speaking and she listens, as rapt as a student before their teacher. She think him strange, in that moment. For of course you cannot love without giving a part of yourself away – was it not love unless you give your whole self to it? If she knew the future, then maybe she might take heed of his words, but she does not. It is questionable if this girl would ever cease to give her whole self to love – even after being burned by its fierce fire.
Still her lips tingle with the memory of him, but they pull into a smile when she thinks of Reichenbach. “Oh he is.” Florentine agrees, though her eyes remain upon Lysander.
"Come, Terrastella is that way. I must go on ahead and ensure the festival preparations are coming as planned. I shall see you there." With that Florentine is gone.
@Lysander
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
