f l o r e n t i n e
Florentine flies in, racing the impending twilight. The winds carrying her swiftly as she slips down from the sky upon outstretched wings. Even for the flower girl, this descent is steep and rapid and she lands with feet clattering out across the stone courtyard. Her amethyst eyes peer up at the sinking sun. For once the girl does not long to be out when night comes, not now, not tonight.
Flora turns toward a door, but it is a soft clinking that draws her ear, a chime like the rising of the stars. Her heart stutters, and she turns, pausing long enough to see a glimpse of sunset gold slip into the shadow of a doorway. What would she give to slink away to a quiet room? To lock herself away just for this night…
The golden girl turns from her own door, her feet tapping lightly on the stone yard. She reaches the other wing for the castle, in time to see the girl peer up to the exposed beams overhead. There is a sense of nostalgia, that one can always pick up on. It glimmers like wonder in the eyes of those beholding something old, something personal, for the first time in a long time.
Florentine stands for a moment, allowing the scene to play out, allowing this twilight girl to have her moment. When at last her head lowers, Florentine steps into the dark hall with its dusty ceiling. “We don’t use this wing so much anymore.” She says softly, her usually brilliant eyes darker today, even more so than for being in the shelter of the Dusk Court. “But I think we should.” In her mind she stores away a note to get a party in to tidy and revitalize the aging wing.
“I am Florentine, by the way. Everyone calls me Flora.” She licks her lips, glancing up at the ceiling and then back down to the slender girl before her. “Have you been here before?” She asks, her eyes peeling away from Trizah’s aqua blue. “I would offer to show you around but I rather get the sense you already know the court…”
She smile is slow, small, tired. “I could show you a place to rest for the night though if you wish? I would stay out for the gloaming though, I think it is more beautiful here than any place.”
It seems, even tired, even love stung, Florentine is a girl of many words.
@Tirzah - yaaas finally got something to her!
this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
Flora turns toward a door, but it is a soft clinking that draws her ear, a chime like the rising of the stars. Her heart stutters, and she turns, pausing long enough to see a glimpse of sunset gold slip into the shadow of a doorway. What would she give to slink away to a quiet room? To lock herself away just for this night…
The golden girl turns from her own door, her feet tapping lightly on the stone yard. She reaches the other wing for the castle, in time to see the girl peer up to the exposed beams overhead. There is a sense of nostalgia, that one can always pick up on. It glimmers like wonder in the eyes of those beholding something old, something personal, for the first time in a long time.
Florentine stands for a moment, allowing the scene to play out, allowing this twilight girl to have her moment. When at last her head lowers, Florentine steps into the dark hall with its dusty ceiling. “We don’t use this wing so much anymore.” She says softly, her usually brilliant eyes darker today, even more so than for being in the shelter of the Dusk Court. “But I think we should.” In her mind she stores away a note to get a party in to tidy and revitalize the aging wing.
“I am Florentine, by the way. Everyone calls me Flora.” She licks her lips, glancing up at the ceiling and then back down to the slender girl before her. “Have you been here before?” She asks, her eyes peeling away from Trizah’s aqua blue. “I would offer to show you around but I rather get the sense you already know the court…”
She smile is slow, small, tired. “I could show you a place to rest for the night though if you wish? I would stay out for the gloaming though, I think it is more beautiful here than any place.”
It seems, even tired, even love stung, Florentine is a girl of many words.
@Tirzah - yaaas finally got something to her!
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
