The Sunspire i might like to know you

Her hiding spot doesn’t do her much justice; she knew she didn’t have time to really get settled so the other didn’t see or hear her. She curses to herself when she hears the footfalls get closer and peer up at the girl that stands before her. It takes effort to keep her lip from lifting in warning, shuffling back and out of the way.

“You’re awfully bold,” she says, looking down at the bouquet of flowers. There’s something that reminds of her Kitsch with a similar innocence that can’t be faked but can be destroyed. One brow quirks, studying what is at her feet and filtering through them with an extended claw. “Do you know what you’re picking?” she asks as she begins to sort them away from one another to look at them on an individual level.