@flovverisms | X
“ALL OF THESE flowers.. you take care of them by yourself?” Separated from her team, but not entirely lost. There’s company found in a proclaimed peddler, flowers galore && of array for the heart to choose. To which she can’t help but feel drawn to them. It’s as though looking upon them, nestled into the earthen embrace && roots spread deep for their benefit, she could see the very purpose of her team’s mission. The livelihood of the planet && that weight of its importance has been brought onto their shoulders willingly. They shoulder the burden && claim it as their sworn duty. As though all of their lives they were meant for a single purpose. && suddenly, a smile is breaking through a stale expression yielded only from contemplation. It’s bright && wholesome && as true as the sun beyond topside. “Just looking at them makes you wanna smile, y’know? They’re so nice! I mean, what with all the junk and stuff everywhere else. It’s too bad they don’t grow all over the slums! They could definitely do some good for a person’s mental.”
&& here, she’s taking it upon herself to pace around the edge of flowerbed. Looking from flower to flower, maybe in a way attempting her hand at finding any difference no matter how minor. But she almost missteps, the tip of her boot nudging delicate yellow petal && garnering a breathy shit! from moderate tiers all the while. She forces herself into near stumble, catching herself in the passing second. Her smile goes sheepish, embarrassment close on the heels of confident persona. “Eheh.. sorry..! I should probably pay attention to where I’m stepping.. sheesh!”
