mistaking cardiac arrest for butterflies
Flora sighs dramatically, arms crossed loosely over her chest as she leans against one of the shelves, frustration pulling at the corners of her lips. "What do you mean they're all checked out?" she asks, brows furrowing as she tilts her head imploringly at the librarian, voice edged with exasperation.
The librarian—a petite Fae who manages to look simultaneously sympathetic and entirely unconcerned—merely shrugs. "Everyone wants Vi's Roses," she replies simply, clearly unmoved by the queen's increasingly desperate puppy-dog eyes. "Any book we had about cultivating or growing them was the first to go. You're lucky there's anything left here at all."
Groaning softly under her breath, Flora slumps slightly, throwing her head back with another exaggerated sigh before reluctantly straightening. "Okay, fine," she mutters, forcing a smile that’s bright, if entirely unconvincing.
Pushing herself upright, Flora begins aimlessly wandering through the library, fingers idly tracing the spines of tomes that remain, lips pursed into an annoyed pout. Eventually, she drifts toward a small table occupied by a man she vaguely recognizes, and her aqua eyes flick briefly to the collection of books stacked around him. Curiosity sharpens in her expression, and she hesitates only a moment before stepping forward, flashing the man a hopeful, charming smile.
"Hey...it's Liam, right?"
The librarian—a petite Fae who manages to look simultaneously sympathetic and entirely unconcerned—merely shrugs. "Everyone wants Vi's Roses," she replies simply, clearly unmoved by the queen's increasingly desperate puppy-dog eyes. "Any book we had about cultivating or growing them was the first to go. You're lucky there's anything left here at all."
Groaning softly under her breath, Flora slumps slightly, throwing her head back with another exaggerated sigh before reluctantly straightening. "Okay, fine," she mutters, forcing a smile that’s bright, if entirely unconvincing.
Pushing herself upright, Flora begins aimlessly wandering through the library, fingers idly tracing the spines of tomes that remain, lips pursed into an annoyed pout. Eventually, she drifts toward a small table occupied by a man she vaguely recognizes, and her aqua eyes flick briefly to the collection of books stacked around him. Curiosity sharpens in her expression, and she hesitates only a moment before stepping forward, flashing the man a hopeful, charming smile.
"Hey...it's Liam, right?"
