flower crowns [★] A WITNESS TO TIME

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— kiira | tanglewood | medic —

A laugh nearly bubbled, broken, out of the little medic's jaws.  A soft chuckle instead took it's place, just as choked and distorted.  Flower parts.  Morbid a path of thought occured, somewhere similar in the mind of her friend the god of death.  Kiira felt little enjoyment in the death of pretty flowers, only satisfaction in successfully turning them into something new.  Success in a task awful difficult for one's glitching paws.

Her tongue pressed against the back of her throat, an answer prepared before the very Egyptian spoke.  So a soft smile wore instead and a short nod of affirmation.  "O-on pur-purpose."

To the follow-up inquiry, her head inclined lightly, hues dancing towards her book.  "Th-that's right." A better hang of it than before at least, if anything.  Muttering a quiet spell, the book dropped safely onto the ground beside her paws with a sharp thud.

Alabaster ears flicked back, sheepish at the praise, twice-over.  W̵̸h̢̢y ̕do҉̕ ̡͝y͡o҉̧u͢͡ ͢s͘è͢è̶̢k̨͝ ̵̀͠t̨́h͟e̴̛ír͞ ͞ą͡p̧p͠͝ŕ̶̨o̷͟va̛l̶̸?̛̛  Snow white paws shuffled atop each other with a soft smile.  "T-thanks."

"T-they're meant f-for everyone, so y-you can all p-pick an-any of th-them out."

Brief the crease of brows towards Jim, memories rapidly flipped through in her mind.  "…" W͝hat̢ d̵oęs͞ ̧i͠t҉ ͝ma͟t͝ter?̢ "D-don' remember," the vixen admitted, smile returning, though slightly faded, as she wandered through her mind, a little lost.  "I-I've seen t-them done b-before." I think.

"N-not easy," she'd add, raising up a paw, which only seemed half-corporal.  Kiira found it unlikely she'd try this endeavor again for a little while, if only for the sheer time consuming nature of it.

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