03-18-2019, 02:46 PM
Despite everything, she had kept her child-like wonder, her eyes still bright and unmarked by what she had seen, what she had experienced. She was small, at least for her species, and all the baby fat still clung to her form, though it gradually fell away as time passed and she grew older. There were few times where she had wished she was grown up.
Florence was attracted by the low humming, small paws bringing her to where Selby was caring for the plants, a painful spike of nostalgia running through her. She remembered the flower garden behind her house, the one her momma used to tend to when she was alive. Ever since, they had died, colorful petals growing brown and withered. Her daddy didn't care about flowers.
"Hello," she greets quietly, her usual childish cheer dampened by the memories. "what kind of plants are those?" she comes closer, her inquiry innocent as she looks over the flora, curious.
Florence was attracted by the low humming, small paws bringing her to where Selby was caring for the plants, a painful spike of nostalgia running through her. She remembered the flower garden behind her house, the one her momma used to tend to when she was alive. Ever since, they had died, colorful petals growing brown and withered. Her daddy didn't care about flowers.
"Hello," she greets quietly, her usual childish cheer dampened by the memories. "what kind of plants are those?" she comes closer, her inquiry innocent as she looks over the flora, curious.