flora
The gin had made Flora feel rather buoyant as if her limbs were being partially held aloft by the seasonally chilly air, such that as she precariously balanced on the edge of her chair, she wasn't worried at all about falling. She should have been, especially given the painfully high shoes she wore that forced her onto her toes, but with her attention firmly on the garland, she thought of nothing but where the next rock ought to go.
It all happens quickly.
Or is it slowly?
Turning at the sound of Koa's voice, Flora has all the time in the world to register his smile and the almost nervous distance that he'd placed between them. She has time to think of playing it cool and just sending him on his way, or better yet, might she imply she already has help inside? Or, better still, she could just accept his offer and then invite him in for a drink.
Whatever she decided, it was with her chin prettily lifted and a laugh bubbling up in her throat that Flora lost her footing as the chair wobbled on the uneven ground. Disappearing almost comically from sight behind the row of hedges that separated her garden from the sideway, the queen's sharp inhale of surprise and then bellow of pain were matched only by Spice's croons of concern as she dropped down from the roof. "Owwww! I think I broke my ankle!" She didn't it was only a sprain, but who was Flora to know the difference?
It all happens quickly.
Or is it slowly?
Turning at the sound of Koa's voice, Flora has all the time in the world to register his smile and the almost nervous distance that he'd placed between them. She has time to think of playing it cool and just sending him on his way, or better yet, might she imply she already has help inside? Or, better still, she could just accept his offer and then invite him in for a drink.
Whatever she decided, it was with her chin prettily lifted and a laugh bubbling up in her throat that Flora lost her footing as the chair wobbled on the uneven ground. Disappearing almost comically from sight behind the row of hedges that separated her garden from the sideway, the queen's sharp inhale of surprise and then bellow of pain were matched only by Spice's croons of concern as she dropped down from the roof. "Owwww! I think I broke my ankle!" She didn't it was only a sprain, but who was Flora to know the difference?
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
