Post by fawn on Sept 15, 2013 16:53:15 GMT -5
if you were a flower growing wild and free
Fiona had nothing to do on this splendid afternoon, nothing at all. The sky was a light shade of periwinkle blue, fluffy pink and white clouds lofting gentle over the golden sun that bled through. Liquid drops of gold cascaded down from above and drenched her white pelt in a warm glow. It was beautiful today, and the garden was in full bloom, despite the cold winter months that would soon lie ahead. Rows of colourful roses, from gentle carnation pink, to bright blood red. Her own crown was made from small coral pink roses, and then compliment with daisies that laced the sides, but today she was planning on making a new crown. Since the red flowers were at the peak of their bloom, she decided it would be best to pick them today. Maybe with a blend of the queen anne's lace that circled her paws, she could create a masterpiece of colours, darks and lights. She herself did not want a crown that dark, but maybe in the castle she could hand it off to another cat if they would like one. She did not have much to do otherwise, and creating flower crowns seemed like a good way to spend her freetime. The pale-white she-cat trotted over the garden of greens, whites and pinks poked and prodded out of the ground. Among the garden of colours were beautiful rivers, flowing with life such as swans and fish. The trees above were old and ancient, but none could compare to the old willow tree at the front of the entrance. She had never in her life seen any place this magnificent, it was her own little palace. The dainty she-cat began to pluck some of the bright red roses from the old rusty wood they extended from, making sure she did not bite into any thorns. Then, as the flowers began to rise in a pile, she moved along to the vines and queen anne's lace. They were easier to collect, and as she finished the pile, she gave a sigh of relief. There was a speck of blood at the tip of her tooth, as well as against her rosy pink lip, but that was only from a small thorn that dared to play antagonist against her mouth. With the vine in hand, the she-cat began to knit the flowers together.
It took quite a while before the flower crown had been finished. Though she had begun to get frustrated at points, the flower crown came out quite nicely, in a beautiful little halo of colours. Fiona, with the crown under her tooth, padded out of the garden and into the strong and heavyset castle. Who to give it to... Fiona pondered on the question for a moment, before coming up with an idea. Maybe Princeton would like it! Hopefully it wouldn't disturb him if she knocked on his door, and handed him the crown, but who knew. He had many more pressing matters to deal with then her petty little arts and crafts. Then again, it would be polite, and the she-cat would love to make the king something. "Sir Princeton?" the she-cat mewed, voice gentle and soft as she reached the hall where his chambers were located.
Fiona had nothing to do on this splendid afternoon, nothing at all. The sky was a light shade of periwinkle blue, fluffy pink and white clouds lofting gentle over the golden sun that bled through. Liquid drops of gold cascaded down from above and drenched her white pelt in a warm glow. It was beautiful today, and the garden was in full bloom, despite the cold winter months that would soon lie ahead. Rows of colourful roses, from gentle carnation pink, to bright blood red. Her own crown was made from small coral pink roses, and then compliment with daisies that laced the sides, but today she was planning on making a new crown. Since the red flowers were at the peak of their bloom, she decided it would be best to pick them today. Maybe with a blend of the queen anne's lace that circled her paws, she could create a masterpiece of colours, darks and lights. She herself did not want a crown that dark, but maybe in the castle she could hand it off to another cat if they would like one. She did not have much to do otherwise, and creating flower crowns seemed like a good way to spend her freetime. The pale-white she-cat trotted over the garden of greens, whites and pinks poked and prodded out of the ground. Among the garden of colours were beautiful rivers, flowing with life such as swans and fish. The trees above were old and ancient, but none could compare to the old willow tree at the front of the entrance. She had never in her life seen any place this magnificent, it was her own little palace. The dainty she-cat began to pluck some of the bright red roses from the old rusty wood they extended from, making sure she did not bite into any thorns. Then, as the flowers began to rise in a pile, she moved along to the vines and queen anne's lace. They were easier to collect, and as she finished the pile, she gave a sigh of relief. There was a speck of blood at the tip of her tooth, as well as against her rosy pink lip, but that was only from a small thorn that dared to play antagonist against her mouth. With the vine in hand, the she-cat began to knit the flowers together.
It took quite a while before the flower crown had been finished. Though she had begun to get frustrated at points, the flower crown came out quite nicely, in a beautiful little halo of colours. Fiona, with the crown under her tooth, padded out of the garden and into the strong and heavyset castle. Who to give it to... Fiona pondered on the question for a moment, before coming up with an idea. Maybe Princeton would like it! Hopefully it wouldn't disturb him if she knocked on his door, and handed him the crown, but who knew. He had many more pressing matters to deal with then her petty little arts and crafts. Then again, it would be polite, and the she-cat would love to make the king something. "Sir Princeton?" the she-cat mewed, voice gentle and soft as she reached the hall where his chambers were located.