f l o r e n t i n e
Florentine had heard a great deal about this Maze. There were tales of terrible beasts lying around corners and of endless dead-ends – enough to drive one mad. Really, she shouldn’t be so excited to explore it and especially not since she had seen the terrible wounds that some survivors bore.
And yet, here she was, resplendent beneath the sun, walking on towards the maze as though its very heart contained some wonderful mystery that might put the world to rights.
The closer the slim girl got, the more the two figures at its entrance came into sight. They were boys, of that much the Dusk girl was sure. They smelled of dawn light and wild forests – definitely from Delumine.
Her amethyst eyes swept over them. First she watches the way the one nearest the maze eyed it with suspicion and a good deal of deliberation. Then beside him, reaching out to touch the other’s shoulder, the second boy was a stormy cloud in an otherwise sunny land. The first, Somnus she would come to know, was gilded gold, a long unicorn horn fixed upon his forehead. There was much there to remind Florentine of Bexley, and her lips tipped up into a cool smile. Yet, in manner, in every other way, he was not the impressive girl from Solterra.
Flora’s pace does not slow, her long limbs eating the ground with such fluidity that the girl appears to drift upon a still sea. Her wings, golden and orange, are tucked close to her slight sides. The twilight girl draws level with them, and barely breaking her stride enters the maze. Casting her amethyst gaze back to them with a smile, she asks lightly, “Are you boys coming?” A wing flares out to run its orange tip along the wall of leaves and shrubs as she meanders a little more slowly now, waiting for them to join her.
“Probably best if we stick together!” She calls back to them, not even glimpsing now to see if they have begun to follow. Just as she is about to round the first corner she peeks back at the strangers, her amethyst eyes blazing from beneath her tangle of honeyed mane and wild, purple flowers. “I am Florentine by the way. You had better give me your names if we are going to be maze companions.” With that, the flower girl disappears around the corner, a trail of petals falling in her wake – for once, her falling petals came in handy.
“Better keep up!” Florentine calls to the Dawn Boys.
@Somnus @Ulric
this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
And yet, here she was, resplendent beneath the sun, walking on towards the maze as though its very heart contained some wonderful mystery that might put the world to rights.
The closer the slim girl got, the more the two figures at its entrance came into sight. They were boys, of that much the Dusk girl was sure. They smelled of dawn light and wild forests – definitely from Delumine.
Her amethyst eyes swept over them. First she watches the way the one nearest the maze eyed it with suspicion and a good deal of deliberation. Then beside him, reaching out to touch the other’s shoulder, the second boy was a stormy cloud in an otherwise sunny land. The first, Somnus she would come to know, was gilded gold, a long unicorn horn fixed upon his forehead. There was much there to remind Florentine of Bexley, and her lips tipped up into a cool smile. Yet, in manner, in every other way, he was not the impressive girl from Solterra.
Flora’s pace does not slow, her long limbs eating the ground with such fluidity that the girl appears to drift upon a still sea. Her wings, golden and orange, are tucked close to her slight sides. The twilight girl draws level with them, and barely breaking her stride enters the maze. Casting her amethyst gaze back to them with a smile, she asks lightly, “Are you boys coming?” A wing flares out to run its orange tip along the wall of leaves and shrubs as she meanders a little more slowly now, waiting for them to join her.
“Probably best if we stick together!” She calls back to them, not even glimpsing now to see if they have begun to follow. Just as she is about to round the first corner she peeks back at the strangers, her amethyst eyes blazing from beneath her tangle of honeyed mane and wild, purple flowers. “I am Florentine by the way. You had better give me your names if we are going to be maze companions.” With that, the flower girl disappears around the corner, a trail of petals falling in her wake – for once, her falling petals came in handy.
“Better keep up!” Florentine calls to the Dawn Boys.
@Somnus @
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
