@rosarybled asked: approaching the reclining form of her fellow high priestess, rosalie gently places the flower crown she'd made atop her head. technically they both were supposed to be relaxing, but rosalie found she needed to do something with her hands. in her defense, it wasn't all selfless work; she's wearing a matching one herself. (for hypatia)
The sound of soft footsteps didn't stir Hypatia from her sunbathing. This spot was prime, and she expected that this was some act of mischief she could jokingly chase them for soon enough. Whoever this was. All part of the fun that came with beautiful spring afternoons like this.
A pressure is felt on her head and an eye cracks open, peering up and smiling as she sees flowers. Both eyes open now, she glances around to see Rosalie in matching fashion. Immediately she is shuffling over on her sun spot to make room for her sister.
"Oh these are beautiful, and smell so beautiful, thank you." She says gently, patting the grass beside her. "Join me won't you? I'm worried you're going to scurry back off to work when our Lady told you to relax."
She knew that Rosalie still felt such a need to be forever working, as if earning Ariadne's approval. What had the world come to with such shame and fear everywhere?
