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#5

FLORENTINE

always one decision away from a totally different life
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Yes, Isra, Florentine is greedy. She hungers and craves where she should not. She wants and is selfish enough to let that want take precedence and in its wake rudeness flourishes like a rose with thorns.
 
This is the traveller girl who craves stories like fish yearn for water. She sets her amethyst eyes upon Isra and waits the tale to unravel more. To listen is to drown in words and fantasy. Forgive this girl her greedy ways.
 
Florentine does not shy from the seablue eyes that chide her. But she does lower her lips to the feathers that sway against her limbs. Oh they are as silent as owl wings should be. It is only as they move en mass that Flora realizes how loud the meadows once were. They are a roar to the silence of this feathered field.
 
All is gold and silver at her feet – turning the earth into a gilded mask. The grasses are no longer feathers, but stems once again. They glow with rainbow colours – all that a sky could dream and forge from rain and sun and arching rainbows.
 
She does not lift her lips as this sea changes, but wonders at the soft and sharp, the silence and the roar. The story pours on in colour and life. It changes the world with Isra’s magic and Florentine is too greedy to close her eyes. For could her mind create anything akin to this world?
 
The grasses set with an invisible sun and turn black as night. Stars flicker where there should be none and all is night and darkness. The meadow knows not time beneath the whisperings of this queen’s magic.
 
“I did not know.” Florentine says of owls with sunlight dreams and fickle rainbows. Now she lifts her head, as if finally rising from a dream world of wonder and splendor. “What do they say their dreams are of?” Florentine asks, and does not think it is of mice or voles.
 
When the east wind blows, seeds take flight like stars. They drift as wishes might, gathered together, a cloud of desire, soon to be dispersed. Soon to be made true? Of that Florentine is not too sure.





@Isra <3
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She is clothed with strength and dignity, 
and she laughs without fear of the future 






Messages In This Thread
this little story of ours - by Florentine - 11-03-2018, 04:54 PM
RE: this little story of ours - by Isra - 11-04-2018, 05:09 PM
RE: this little story of ours - by Florentine - 11-05-2018, 03:38 PM
RE: this little story of ours - by Isra - 11-09-2018, 12:38 PM
RE: this little story of ours - by Florentine - 01-02-2019, 10:26 AM
RE: this little story of ours - by Isra - 01-11-2019, 03:39 PM
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