;; scatters rose petals all over her. [ aka when you are bored and you decide to decorate your friend with flower petals ]
The toybox was her hideaway; her escape from the gloomy realm of The Gallery where ( as hostess ) she leads her guest to an inescapable place. Primarily a subconscious action but one that does ( in some cases ) leave a bitter taste in her mouth.
Oil paint stained her dress, left colorful streaks across her cheek as she wiped away the sensation of beaded sweat. She had finished repainting the cobblestone path and sat on a bench, content with her own creation.
The petals raining from above were a surprise. A pleasant one even in regards to the source. They fluttered down, resting around and on her as if butterflies; their colors vibrant in their hue. While they bare no scent, she imagined how sweet they might be. How wonderfully fresh and alive they must be even detached from their life support.
Her head tilted up, looking at the Knight of Blue -- her blonde curls cascading down while her bright blue eyes stared at his. A lot could be said, a comment, a remark, a dismissal overall -- yet her lips pursued and could only muster a single word that brings all her thoughts together.
“ Why? ”