Post by Aria Duetto on Nov 22, 2006 10:07:55 GMT -5
Aria felt right at home in these gardens. Wildflowers, other flowers, flowers everywhere. Almost like the meadow that had been right next door while she was growing up.
Sitting, quietly, the albino mousemaid chose flowers of blue and white to weave into a crown. She remembered a game that she had played with her siblings; her brothers would crown her with flowers, and parade about her, calling her the "Queen of the Meadowmice." Not the most creative of names, but still, they loved their sister dearly, and thought her to be divinely beautiful in a flower crown.
The crown of the present was now on Aria's head, bringing a sharp contrast to her ugly, homespun, dirt-brown dress. She indulged herself in one dance, yelling, "I am queen of the flowers!! Bow all you daisies! Kiss my feet, you pansies!" The mousemaid giggled; she didn't mind if anybeast saw her, she was going to be happy today.
Sitting, quietly, the albino mousemaid chose flowers of blue and white to weave into a crown. She remembered a game that she had played with her siblings; her brothers would crown her with flowers, and parade about her, calling her the "Queen of the Meadowmice." Not the most creative of names, but still, they loved their sister dearly, and thought her to be divinely beautiful in a flower crown.
The crown of the present was now on Aria's head, bringing a sharp contrast to her ugly, homespun, dirt-brown dress. She indulged herself in one dance, yelling, "I am queen of the flowers!! Bow all you daisies! Kiss my feet, you pansies!" The mousemaid giggled; she didn't mind if anybeast saw her, she was going to be happy today.
