Karmic retribution, apparently ||&Alm
The sun cast a soft orange light through the trees, and as it stretched further to reach the ground, it left Maria and the ground beneath her dappled with shade and sunset. The princess swung her feet lightly, eyes scanning the ground for any sign of the colorful flowers she loved so much. It took her a few moments, but eventually, she caught sight of a small splash of yellow.
Leaning forward in attempt to better see it, she realized it had to be a little, delicate thing, hidden among the twigs and fallen leaves. Excited to find such a tiny treasure, she shifted from her perch up in the branches of the tree, then carefully made her way down (a habit she picked up when she first began secretly slipping out of the castle all that time ago). The moment she was on the ground again, she turned, ready to find that wonderfully cute little flower again--
--and then a man stepped on it.
“...Oh.” ...Maybe it wasn’t too terribly damaged? She didn’t know how heavily he had stepped, or if something hadn’t somehow miraculously saved the tiny flower. “Excuse me,” she said, voice soft, “If it’s not too much... Could you take a step back? There’s a flower under your foot.”
