Continued w. @pandoratheancient
Lost in dreary nonsense thoughts she was truly surprised to find a flower before her and then to see that it was the darling green eyed creole who presented it. What a thoughtful gesture, she loved any plant or rock or stick even. She grinned at him, "Louis, merci beacoup, you're too sweet." She took the stem carefully and touched the petals to her nose first and then her lips, "Where'd this come from hmmmm?"
Of all the guests passing through the abode, Pandora's presence is one that has always filled Louis with a quiet joy. Yes, he feels a fondness for her, perhaps even a sense of kinship in her rolling dark hair, her wistful eyes. It almost pains him to disrupt her meditation, and yet the small act of kindness seems a worthy interruption, if only to watch her features thaw into something of true feminine beauty with that smile.
"The garden is beautiful this time of year."
The sweet perfume of the flower still hangs in the air between them.
"I had them planted especially for their vibrant color. You must allow me to show you the grounds some time."