✿ -- Gloved fingers danced across the blooming petals, a smile spread across pale lips at the eager response. He hummed a tune and the flowers danced in response, growing up and out, numerous blooms scattered along the vines and leaves.
“How are you doing, darlings?” The gentle voice questioned. A faint pause, “Oh? Not damp enough? We’ll fix that soon enough, I promise!” The bishop withdrew from the flowerbeds and stood with a stretch. -- ✿














