Gently weaves a flower into her hair.
the gentleness of the action causes a sigh to escape her mouth at the touch. foleo is careful in his ministrations to her hair &. she is adorned with a gift that she is familiar with. she belongs among them; it is her second language. happiness clouds her face as she turns her gaze upon him. her own hands reach up to softly touch the petals of the flowers that he’s placed upon her. it is a gift to be coveted. “ thank you… ” she says, starry-eyed.
blissful.
with careful hands, she reaches over across her desk to gather her own flower to place upon his hair: a cherry blossom, her namesake. with fumbling fingers, she pins it in &. then steps back to admire it. one hand cupping his cheek in the tiniest touch. “ how beautiful you are, foleo… ” she sighs, happily.
