The Grand Parade

"Please, Lady Flora?"

"Oh, Haze, you know you don't have to call me that. Just Flora is fine."

Haze worries at her lip. She is begging to make the young princess-by-marriage a flower crown, after all. It's not exactly something that needs to be decorated in any sort of addition by titles, and royalty, and etiquette, oh my!

However...she is holding Shepherd's Coronets gathered at great potential expense from beneath the mammoth clawed paws of the moor's resident giant Griffox.

The situation would feel quite fraught, indeed, were Flora's entire comforting aura not so disarming.

"You honor me, Flora."