༊·˚— 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐃𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

WHAT DO YOU WANT .

⠀⠀ a few blinks lightened the steady gaze from beneath her cherry—colored lashes, somewhat confused, for what, after all, would require an apology here ? ʻ interruption ? i thought we were creating a lovely symphony. ʼ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ she stood there motionless, still with a hum coming from her throat. eventually, her head shifted to peer over one shoulder. ⠀⠀

She feels better . Thankfully.

holy shit, it's loud today.

I am here! ...but at what cost? Tummy hurt.

⠀⠀ hands of the white—haired lady shifted behind in a nonchalant gesture, merely to cast a brief glance at the being enjoying herself, yet not with her main pair of eyes ; rather, with the many upon the angelʼs forearms. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ perhaps she did notice. but did that get in the way of continuing ? not really ♪. ⠀⠀

[ She should show some whimsy and try it sometime. A few flowers here and there across her shell and she’d look stunning! ]

⠀⠀ humming ominously ∿ ♪ ⠀⠀

[ quite true! He was admiring a bountiful batch of moss. Lace should join him next time, not only would she help him navigate Root can help decorate her like he did himself with nice moss and pretty plants. ]

[ He’s returned. Where was he? Root’s been incredibly lost for the past few days. ]