Flora
Still idly searching, it's only the tap of the cane on the floor that has the queen glancing over her shoulder, rather surprised to find Asta's eyes so intensely focused upon her. Turning, her smile tentative before it blooms across her face, she steps toward him eagerly. Expecting perhaps his fingers to comb through her hair rather than tug, nevertheless, Flora remains utterly poised and beaming beneath the weight of his honeyed gaze. "A fine selection." The shopkeeper says approvingly, scurrying away to assemble the requested materials. "You know, I am sample size." The queen chuckles as she nears the butcher, gazing affectionately up at him. Where he might have to do all of his shopping this way, selecting fabrics and having everything tailored, Flora's regime of diet and exercise had kept her figure almost precisely that of most of the models used in this very boutique.
Or perhaps they'd have been modelled after her, regardless. Not that she was against an outfit he'd designed precisely for her.
"Want to see what I've picked out?" Flora ventures, nodding towards a plush chair obviously meant for bored husbands who were forced to endure their wives' habits. "Until he's ready with your choices, I mean."
Or perhaps they'd have been modelled after her, regardless. Not that she was against an outfit he'd designed precisely for her.
"Want to see what I've picked out?" Flora ventures, nodding towards a plush chair obviously meant for bored husbands who were forced to endure their wives' habits. "Until he's ready with your choices, I mean."
Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Code stolen from Queen Sky
