Florentine sees the look of mortification upon Somnus’ face at her compliment. Her head tilts, curiosity rippling through her for why exactly he was so mortified. The flower girl decided that truly, she found it quite endearing and so, with a curl of her lips, she chimes quite sweetly, “It’s okay Somnus, at least I did not compliment your fabulous derriere nor your handsome jawline.” And then she was truly gone, around the shrubbery and off deeper into the maze.
She feels Somnus’ unwillingness, his anxiety that seeps from his skin. Florentine is almost sure that should she put an ear to his chest she would hear the wild flutter of his unimpressed heart.
Her smile turns mischievous, humorous, at his sighed curse, “Shh, Somnus, your displeasure may attract unwanted attention.” The Dusk girl coos, casting him a sly look from beneath her wild forelock.
In turn they all turn left, weaving their way along the new path. The maze is quiet and tall, monsters lurking in its depths. At her request Somnus explains his view of Dawn Court life so far and the Dusk Emissary listens dutifully to his every word, her eyes upon the walls ahead. “Huh,” is her rather thoughtful but inelegant response when he reaches the end. “Have you met Charlemagne, he lives there, you sound a bit like him.” She adds, her gaze trickling back to set upon the gilded stallion and his handsome jawline.
Then, oh then, he begins upon more interesting subjects, for what else could woo a girl like Florentine but talk of wildlife? “Oh,” the Dusk girl breathes. “Pink you say?” She was about to continue when Ulric’s interruption pulls a snicker from her lips. She nudges the storm boy with the edge of an orange tipped wing and continues quite sweetly to Somnus, “I have never seen a pink dolphin, blue and grey yes, but never pink. I should like you to show me one day if you may?”
Only then does the flower girl casts a sly glance back to Ulric, “And we can explore the vegetation, yes?”
Conversation drifts on, amicable and enjoyable until they ask of her. It is easy when Florentine says, “The Dusk Court, I am the Emissary there.” But less so when her heart begins to ache with its want of another court, and love of its starlight ruler.
It is a blessing then, when the maze ahead begins to rustle, when her heart begins to gallop, not over love of a boy, but fear of the impending unknown. Boldly Ulric steps forward and with wide eyes Flora watches him go. Suddenly eager, suddenly curious and too guilt-ridden to let him tackle a potential monster alone, especially when she had dragged the boys in after her, Florentine skitters to catch up with him. Her slender body tucks close to his, her wings tighter still and her eyes, brilliant and vibrant fix upon the potential danger.
The leaves rustle again, loud and ominous and the twilight girl startles. Wide eyes peer back to Somnus, maybe he was right to want to take it a little more steadily… especially when the low, low snarl rumbles its way through the hedge wall.
“Well, “ Florentine breathes, softly, whisperingly, “Whose idea was it to go left?”
@Somnus @
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
