Jan 11
"Here, you can have this one. It's simply wonderful that this place has somewhere that I can always make these."
She holds out a flower crown towards the girl -- carefully woven of Beotkkot's everspring flowers, a reminder of home and simpler times. Richia had made these for herself, her brother, and her mother once upon a time. (No reason to stop here or now.)
"I can teach you how to make them, too, if you should like? I've made flower crowns like these ever since I was a child."
Her smile is gentle, even if her stare is a little intense and bug-eyed: part of Richia's charm, maybe...she always looks like a wide-eyed little insect herself, staring and seemingly twitching metaphorical antennae while she waits for a reply.
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