The touch of Rannveig’s muzzle to her cheek was like the brush of a hand, comforting and soothing. It eased Florentine’s worried heart and for a moment its wild fluttering paused, then slowed.
Rannveig’s touch was fleeting, gone as swiftly as a hummingbird’s wings, yet Flora still feels its touch endure. The warmth in her chest has not abated, the swell of a love beyond that of just a servant within her stomach. That is what it is, is it not?
Florentine’s smile is radiant, bright and brilliant, when she turns toward Rannveig. “Ah, you may regret telling me that.” She says chirpily, laughter chasing the words even whilst a darker feeling stirs within her abdomen. If Florentine knows what is to come, what revelations lie in wait for her within the dark of the night, she may not have been so amused by Rannveig’s offer. She may have taken the queen’s words a little more seriously…
There is not much time to linger on these thoughts, however, for the queen is already charging her Emissary with her first tasks. The flower girl nods slowly, obediently. It would never be a challenge, going to the other courts, learning their ways, meeting their people. It was what the twilight girl lived for, it is what she craved. And as she drinks in Rannveig’s body of daylight and starlight, she begins to wonder just how astute the warrior queen was. For already she seemed aware of the flower girl’s wayward heart.
It is too bad Florentine herself is not aware, as maybe, just maybe, she would know to guard herself in future encounters…
There is another touch, a gentle push to her nape that draws Florentine’s amethyst gaze from the grasses. Meet where the gods speak. The girl blinks slowly, terribly slowly. It sounded like an intervention – was she ready to believe in gods?
She takes a step towards the Dusk Queen as she pulls back, her own muzzle reaching to press fondly against Rannveig’s warm cheek. It was a mirror gesture, a return of affection. The queen was becoming more than just a monarch – she was a friend, a sister in arms.
Flora steps back, offering a smile, a playful nod of the head, before she is gone in a flurry of petals and feathers.
@Rannveig - ended this, I shall go to ask for our signo redemption! <3
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
