June 04, 2019, 08:51 PM
Oh a shame such a pride could not be done alone for herself. A Princess without a handmaiden, was a useless one once she realized how grueling it is to do. She once would run free of them, but upon finding herself without them, Aerasha was in a conundrum. A shame, really. The joy she found within was a joy she could not put on herself!
So sat the mistress, amongst her bed of flowers she harvested over the week. A pile of wonder and beauty, and carefully were they maintained. Though soon would they be wilting, and she had trouble putting the beauties on her own. A lovely flower crown, a stem within the fluff of her coat, but she could not create what was desired. She could decorate her body, but the head remained empty.
Ah, a shame! Aerasha felt incomplete!
So sat the mistress, amongst her bed of flowers she harvested over the week. A pile of wonder and beauty, and carefully were they maintained. Though soon would they be wilting, and she had trouble putting the beauties on her own. A lovely flower crown, a stem within the fluff of her coat, but she could not create what was desired. She could decorate her body, but the head remained empty.
Ah, a shame! Aerasha felt incomplete!