She holds a medium-sized clay pot; decorated in verdant paint with yellow swirls forming a pattern 'round the outside. From it, a collection of wildflowers are nestled within. Delicate; a white base with a pink tinge in the midst of the middle, the stems are long and perhaps a little overgrown. "I don't know if you need more flowers for your garden," Her tone sheepish, as she shows the flowers gingerly. "But these are rare and I thought you might enjoy them. They're called Andraste's Grace."
Akin to holding a bounty full of colors like the shimmering rainbows that streaked across the skies, ‘tis almost glittered in such likeness. She turns fully now, eyes of green holding mirth and warmth as she touches the rim of the pot with gentleness and a smile graces her features.
❝T-There is never enough flowers.❞ She assures the other. Especially with the rooftop being bare and somewhat trampled with the demon activity. Still, she offers her friend (that is what she should be called, yes?) a genuine smile that had spread heretofore. ❝ I cannot thank you enough. It-It is very, ahm, sweet of you to do this. And with a wonderful flower I have never seen before.❞
Yes, no books or aged papers told of this one. Similar to a lily but kissed by an orchid. And the colors...Her eyes could not stray from them, if only to give Eira a soft laugh and another ‘thank you’ as her cheeks dusted with pink.
kaledo-art
romaincrisis
dailybridgerton
origamiaround
vaporwave
ellievsbear
