FLORENTINE
always one decision away from a totally different life
Florentine watches her brother, rapt. She drinks in his every word for its wisdom, for the careful thought he gives it. She may be his sovereign, but his place as her older, wiser brother is never in dispute.
Her head bobs, lips pursing as she considers his every word as he considers every thought he puts voice to. They are silent, in their small, private space away from the thrum of the festival.
Florentine gave her brother her every attention, but for one moment, where it slips to a boy with antlers. This would not be her only conversation about gods this night. She was to entertain the idea more, little did she know.
With dark eyes she studies her brother and the stars that dapple his skin. She reaches out to touch one and then the next. Over and over, a thousand stars upon his skin that she locks away in her memory. “I would be lost without you, brother.” And never has she spoken a truth so honestly.
He accepts her offering of painting and her laughter spills like Prosecco between them. “I am sure you are right. Though maybe my drunken efforts will be thoroughly inspired?”
Her brother moves forward, his tail flicking at her chest. With a huff she lifts her head to avoid the flash of his tail. With a laugh she surges on, nape arching as her teeth reach out to nip at his flank. “Come brother, I will race you. You may wish to win, or else I shall have you painted in girly pink and glitter before the night is over and no one will ever take you seriously as a regent again.”
With that the flower girl is gone, leaving only petals in her wake.
@Asterion | a quick finish!
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
