* ☂ • for ferdinand, the little bull.
❝ Pardon me, good sir ━━━━ but I seem to have stumbled upon a rather large lot of flowers who are missing their tenor. ❞
a woman in white, delicately commanding and perfectly poised, appears upon a pretty, purple horse adjourned with flowers. a lacy, wide - brimmed hat upon her pinned up hair; a red band of silk around her waist. this woman has presumably walked straight out of a carousel carving . . . a painting of a being ━━━━ if magic were real, that would be the case, anyhow ━━━━ and, well, who was to say that magic isn’t real ?
there’s a delicate albeit firm clearing of her throat; a simple, soft “ woah, ” and light pull - back on the reins, and the woman and her horse stop, just outside of the gate. in a light sweep, the woman dismounts, and stands beside her horse, tall and dignified beside. she places one hand upon the horse’s neck and looks upon the young bull before her. she’s smiling, but only just ; a blue, almost violet smile . . . and it’s mostly from her eyes.
MARY POPPINS HAS ARRIVED.
❝ I’ve heard you’re a rather strong singer around these parts. Might you consider filling in ? ❞