f l o r e n t i n e
If Pan’s heart leapt for the excitement of meeting a new friend, then he was going to be sorely disappointed.
Florentine, never one to beat about the bush, could be found marching down the beach. Her eyes possessed unparalleled focus as they fixed themselves upon the emerald colt and his flapping satchel.
Satchel-boy and she had unfinished business that included a hairy incident of rift surfing and involved them being split up and thrown off the rift tide in opposite directions. There are just some things you don’t do in the rift tide and that was stick your legs out. So, what had Pan done? Once Pan started it, Flora, in her shock and horror had also set about flailing through the tide between time and space.
It was a terrible jumble of stars and roaring, much akin to the time she was barreled out of the sea by a particularly enthusiastic wave… Impromptu jumbling over, Florentine had found herself in a most curious place and she had been searching for Pan ever since. (In a most relaxed manner, she would have to confess…).
Striding down the beach, the flower girl barely registers the sea spray dampening her skin and drying to tacky salt crystals. Instead, the only object of her gaze is her BFF and his satchel of tricks.
“Of course you are Pan! Who else would you be?” Flora asks her nose crinkling (in the way it enjoys) as she peers at her younger friend. She pauses for a moment, considering the colt before her as a most worrisome thought begins to wheedle its way into her mind. “You didn’t lose your memory when you fell out of the Rift did you?”
Florentine did not enjoy the prospect of getting to know Pan again. This was already round 2 of their friendship after all….
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
