flower crowns [★] A WITNESS TO TIME

[Anubis.]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]The concept that this... Half-soul -- gods how he ought to tell her what she was -- vixen... Half the soul of one of the most apathetic mortals he had ever met... Took the time to track down the flowers still in bloom to make garlands of all things complicated bewildered him.  He supposed the practice of flower crowns was a bit odd, given that the flowers no longer lived when woven together... Anubis knew the gesture was oft one of giving, as the ones he'd seen partake in this practice had always passed their creations to the masses.  Wearing death like a crown.

"I believe it's on purpose," the Egyptian told the petite feline who had arrived first with a matter of fact tone, impassive gleam in his dark eyes.  "She's woven them specifically to be worn."

With curiously he glanced at her book, smiling wryly. "You're getting a good hold on that... Magic stuff, yeah?" The first time Anubis saw her levitate anything had followed after a spell.  One in a language he did not know.  His eyes flickered to her floral collection, brows furrowed.  The medic's glitches still worried him  "Can't have been easy... But they look nice, Kiira." Everyone loves dead crowns... Oh well.  They do look pretty.

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