Well. It was nice while it lasted, at least. Emmalina waves goodbye to the cat, inspects her mostly-shredded flowers woefully, and starts plaiting the unharmed ones into a chain. It reminds her of her daisies from the trip, and the thought causes her throat to tighten. Never mind plaiting. Back to shredding.
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Date: 2015-08-26 05:38 pm (UTC)