permafrost-dissident || from here
Large, golden-amber hues shine with curiosity as the older woman continued to speak, more specifically about the desired topic at hand: flowers. She would be lying if she had said that she hadnāt eavesdropped on Anastasiaās desire to become a florist. Isanami found it rather... cute, that the former Iga kunoichi had such an innocent dream. It proved that ninjas... were merely not killing tools, and Isanami wished that the rest of the world could have seen that.
āMaybe it isnāt too late? Youāre still pretty young, Ana, right? Maybe that could be your retiring job!ā Could ninjas retire from their jobs? It was a question she would have to ask later, but at the current moment, the priestess was infatuated with the idea of talking flowers.
āA yellow rose really suits you, Ana! So? What do yellow roses say to you? I bet they tell you a bunch of cool stories about how they grew up, right? Or maybe they say that your hair rivals the color of their own petals!ā Isanami hopped in place, unable to restrain the excitement that grew. If Sasuke could talk to animals, Anastasia having the capability to talk to flowers was perfectly credible... to her, at least. Isanami was still learning about the world. And now, she wanted to learn more.
āI like the lilies, especially the white ones! Theyāre super pretty! The orange ones are pretty too, so I like them as well! But to be fair, all flowers are pretty... so technically, itās hard to choose just one.ā She paused, a realization dawning upon her. Ā āIām raising some lilies in the forest! Ana, can you talk to them too? I wanna know what theyāre saying to me every time I go to water them!ā
With that, she gave a small tug on the otherās sleeve, a bright smile on her face, as if to sayĀ āyouāll talk to them for me, right?ā