She was in the woods when the thunder of feet began to beat off every tree. She was near the edge of the woodland and a mere glance between the sentinel trees was enough to spy the fleeting shadow of a boy racing across the grass.
Florentine was too far away to notice the note he brought and the way it whipped in the wind. But she was not too far from him to see the way he rushed, the way his limbs and torso fatigued. He continued to push and push and push. He ran like electricity licked and snapped at his heels.
The grasses whispered urgency and the flower girl’s heart floundered. It was a moment before she was in motion, her own slender limbs picking their way nimbly over twigs and shoots. Florentine breaks from the tree line and pursues the boy. Her wings flare to air her run and she airborne, drifting after him only to land upon the cobbled stone in the doorway of the keep.
He is sweat-licked and gasping, but she knows those wild eyes and that trembling torso. She had seen them upside down within the swamp. He was wet now too, but drenched with sweat and wild wonder. He sets the whole citadel alight with his nervous energy that licks out like flames.
Only then do her eyes see the note, a little wind-worn and still fluttering as he holds it with his trembling magic. “What is it Auru?” The flower girl asks softly, edging in towards the boy, she know him better than to be as bold as normal. She skirts him, drinking in his haggard look and panicked face. His mane sticks to his throat in damp, tangled tendrils and she takes a small step closer. “Can I get you help? Rest and a drink of water?”
Her eyes flit to the note once again, she knows the paper, it was the same used at the Winter’s End Festival. “Then you can tell me what you have brought for us.”
@Auru - all them drama llamas! Also tagging @Cyrene as she will need to be involved when Flora calls for her :)
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
