Flora
Flora tugged her cloak tighter around her shoulders, the gold threads catching the pale DeepFrost light filtering through the snow-dusted canopy of the Greatwood. Her boots crunched against the frosted ground as she forged her path. Flora knew these woods better than most, but even she wasn’t immune to the forest’s quirks. The moving paths, the murmuring trees—it was all part of the charm, usually. Today, though, it was testing her patience.
She’d meant to head toward Sidhe Village. Simple enough in theory, except that the winding trails seemed to conspire against her, nudging her gently, but persistently, in entirely the wrong direction. When the looming trunk of the Mathair appeared before her for the second time, its mighty roots snaking out like petrified veins across the ground, Flora let out an exasperated laugh. "Oh, come on," she muttered, planting her hands on her hips as she surveyed the tree. The Mathair stood silent, her bark gleaming faintly where the snow hadn’t yet dusted her. Flora tilted her head, aqua eyes narrowing. "I saved you, you know. The least you could do is point me in the right direction."
The Mathair, naturally, did not reply. Her vast presence seemed to hum in quiet amusement, or so Flora imagined. With a dramatic sigh, the queen turned and tried again, determined to find her way. But when the ancient tree’s massive roots stretched before her for the third time, she threw her hands in the air, her breath clouding in the chilly air. "Alright, fine," she said, turning back toward the Mathair with a resigned grin. "I get it. You’ve missed me."
Stepping closer, Flora let her fingers tickle over the ancient bark. "Look," she said, brushing a stray curl from her face, "I just came to try and find that boy I met before. He might be a ghost, but.." Shrugging, Flora just grinned. "..if you won't let me leave, maybe you could bring him here?"
She’d meant to head toward Sidhe Village. Simple enough in theory, except that the winding trails seemed to conspire against her, nudging her gently, but persistently, in entirely the wrong direction. When the looming trunk of the Mathair appeared before her for the second time, its mighty roots snaking out like petrified veins across the ground, Flora let out an exasperated laugh. "Oh, come on," she muttered, planting her hands on her hips as she surveyed the tree. The Mathair stood silent, her bark gleaming faintly where the snow hadn’t yet dusted her. Flora tilted her head, aqua eyes narrowing. "I saved you, you know. The least you could do is point me in the right direction."
The Mathair, naturally, did not reply. Her vast presence seemed to hum in quiet amusement, or so Flora imagined. With a dramatic sigh, the queen turned and tried again, determined to find her way. But when the ancient tree’s massive roots stretched before her for the third time, she threw her hands in the air, her breath clouding in the chilly air. "Alright, fine," she said, turning back toward the Mathair with a resigned grin. "I get it. You’ve missed me."
Stepping closer, Flora let her fingers tickle over the ancient bark. "Look," she said, brushing a stray curl from her face, "I just came to try and find that boy I met before. He might be a ghost, but.." Shrugging, Flora just grinned. "..if you won't let me leave, maybe you could bring him here?"
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
