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The old maid in the garden shuffles about. Her shears flick here and there. She finds a flower she’d like to keep, and Cuts it free, without a care.
“A lovely Cleobis flower,” she whispers. Red sap stains her robes, once white. Another snip, and Biton joins his brother. She sees another blossom, rare and bright: “This Patroclus looks vibrant. It should come as well.” She takes her treasures to a pedestal.
A bell jar is lifted and replaced, The fresh flowers laid beneath. Now, frosted glass seals out
by ~MythMage
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- Current Residence: Gwyvenaria, but checking out the market in Linscend
- Interests: Mythology and folklore, Magic: the gathering, Dungeons & Dragons
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