she leaves me in my darkness
Brighid gazes up through bright, clear eyes. She's not quite sure - never quite sure if she lets herself think - whether she's being wanton or wise.
Flora gazes down at her upturned head, the combed crests of bangs falling neatly back and away from the lovely heart shape, and she cocks her own head, chin saying something in its directional tear and bend.
"And you'll just let me have my dalliance here? Lady Origo, I do think you're irresponsible."
"Truly? Then how ever does the work get done around here?"
"I can't imagine."
And Flora's eyes wander, and wander, and wander...