There was quite the gathering.
This was not a good thing.
How late was she? There was nothing sleep tousled about Florentine as she chases after Damascus and the elegant train of his tail. Better to arrive together, the flower girl thinks, than to do the walk of shame alone.
Carefully she picked her way around the young man’s tail that flowed like an ebony stream behind him. Keeping close, the Dusk girl casts apologetic smiles this way and that, keeping close, keeping hidden, behind the tall stallion.
It is only when they are deep within the throng of court members that Damascus stops and the young Emissary is forced to keep going, to the front, to her position beside Rannveig and her Regent. So much for missing the walk of shame…
Slowly the flower girl slips from beneath the tall boy’s shadow, her own body catching the morning sun like buttermilk. With a steeling breath Florentine muscles her way forward, soft as petals, as nimble as a bird. She is nearly to the front when her amethyst eyes befall a familiar body. Asterion’s presence draws a smile from her lips, and suddenly the girl is no longer as soft as petals, but as unyielding as stone as she muscles her way through the gathered crowd.
Florentine chimes, “Brother,” in greeting, her hip bumping against his shoulder. A retreating look, adorned in smiles is cast to the Dusk boy from beneath Flora’s tangled forelock as she slips by him, disappearing again into the crowd.
Finally the girl reaches Rannveig’s side, her lips touching the warmth of the Winter Wolf’s skin. “Sorry I am late.” She says rather breathlessly, “I got held up looking for a pink dolphin in the Dawn Court. Somnus claims there is one – I didn’t see anything.” Then she adds a little lower, “I think he might be making it up.”
With that Florentine’s amethyst gaze returns to the crowd, rather pleased that, despite turning up sans pink dolphin, she has, at least this time, managed to arrive clean of mud and dirt.
Breakdown: Sneaks in late behind @Damascus derrière and not so discreetly hip-bumps @Asterion before talking utterly irrelevant stuffs at Rannveig.
((Sorry, safe to say I am tired and VERY rusty at writing rn but hey, Flora's made it at laaaast))
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
