It was the fire that first caught Florentine’s attention. It was a torch within the heart of the fields. Its light flickered and danced to the very edges of the meadow, keeping darkness at bay.
It framed two silhouettes that moved against its backdrop of dancing flame. With winter nipping at her skin, the cold boring through her golden coat and deep, deep into her bones, Florentine yearned for the heat of their fire.
The grasses are brittle against her limbs as she wades through their rustling sea. They are autumn weary, browning beneath the lowering sun and cold, cold nights. This is the coldest yet, and Flora wonders what plants will still be alive when the morning dawns. Frost’s early touch was killer and its biting teeth so savage.
The figures, once generic horse silhouettes, refine themselves with every step the girl takes towards them. They grow apart, each of their intricacies and lines becoming different – unique. Their familiarity pulls a smile across her lips.
It is her brother Flora greets first with a nudge against his shivering shoulder. “Bitterly cold, I fear.” Florentine answers his question with faux displeasure playing across her tongue. “I was born in perpetual winter – twice. Daddy nearly gave me frostbite once. I healed but I was hardy then. Novus’ spring and summer months have spoiled me since and I am no longer sure I possess the hardiness to endure a harsh winter.”
Her smile is impish, even as her words hold some small truth. Florentine was no more a Dusk girl than she was a Winter girl. She had born into a land of snow and frigid winds, to a father who wielded ice and mother whose flames turned all to ash. She would be fine; a Novus winter would be nothing to her – yet, it didn’t mean the flower girl was at all keen on winter’s arrival…
“Thank you for hosting this meeting, Weir. I am quite keen to see what suggestions people have. Do you have any yourself you would like to put forward?” The flower girl asks as her eyes trail over the smooth porcelain white of Weir’s slender form.
@Weir @Asterion and anyone else with any ideaasss
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
