flora
Flora’s voice precedes her, a melodic lilt threading through the shifting hedges as if she’s trying to charm the maze itself into letting her through. "I’m just saaaaaying," she calls out, her words softened by a swing-song sort of laughter, "meeting in a maze was a terrible idea. I’ve already passed the same rose bush twice, and I think one of them winked at me."
Her boots squelch against the damp ground, mud licking up the sides of her calves despite the so-called protection. The air smells like rain and green things about to bloom; her curls are pinned back with gold, though several have already rebelled, haloing her face as she rounds a corner, only to stop short.
The pegasus standing there is breathtaking: wings folded like ivory sails, eyes bright and knowing, every inch of her as striking as she is out of place. Flora’s breath catches in her throat. Sohalia had mentioned a new shift, but gods, this was not what she’d pictured. Blinking once, twice, Flora hesitates before stepping closer, her head tilting to the side. "...Soh?" she ventures, the word lilting upward, half wonder and half disbelief.
Then, with a slow grin that chases away her surprise, she adds, "If this isn’t you, I’m about to feel really stupid for talking to a random horse."
Her boots squelch against the damp ground, mud licking up the sides of her calves despite the so-called protection. The air smells like rain and green things about to bloom; her curls are pinned back with gold, though several have already rebelled, haloing her face as she rounds a corner, only to stop short.
The pegasus standing there is breathtaking: wings folded like ivory sails, eyes bright and knowing, every inch of her as striking as she is out of place. Flora’s breath catches in her throat. Sohalia had mentioned a new shift, but gods, this was not what she’d pictured. Blinking once, twice, Flora hesitates before stepping closer, her head tilting to the side. "...Soh?" she ventures, the word lilting upward, half wonder and half disbelief.
Then, with a slow grin that chases away her surprise, she adds, "If this isn’t you, I’m about to feel really stupid for talking to a random horse."
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
