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Hemlock · 9 hours ago

OOC

Elusive butterfly!

He would paw at it, and yet he would not reach it. Those fluttering wings danced with the same golden grace as a shimmering sunrise glittering on the leaves. It was just a reflection, perhaps, and never something he was meant to reach. Every clumsy leap would best him, every snap of his childish jaws landing on empty air as the butterfly floated just out of his grasp. And eventually, it would escape into the canopy, chasing the golden light from which it was born.

And Starflower would frown.

"F...fower?"

Flower?

Starflower?

Hemlock's gaze disengaged from the canopy, whirling around to the girl who had somehow apparated behind him. She sat there, tiny and built of colors that Starflower had never seen before. He wondered if she, too, was just as fleeting as the butterfly. If she was a figment of a mind that screamed for reprieve.

For a moment, he just stared at her.

She looked like melting snow.

He didn't know her.

But how did she know his name?

"Fly... fower?"

And her tiny tail would thump against the earth, as if proud of her accomplishment. But Hemlock, ignorant and selfish, couldn't understand that she had said 'butterfly', instead focusing only on the family name (Starflower) that she somehow had figured out just by looking at him.

His skin crawled, only a little.

And he kinda liked it.

How you know? His tiny brows furrowed, squinting at her as he took a small step closer. They were both round, potato-shaped. And yet, somehow, she was much more delicate. Like ice. Like snow. Ready to shatter or melt. And Hemlock ... he was an eternal flame, still burning (much to everyone's dismay). Hem-lock. His name. A correction.

Not Starflower.

Who you?

'And how do you know me?'

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Greetings Stranger!

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