Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20141010105732/@comment-7497475-20141111115531

With the flowers so close, Las slowly reached out with a hand. Her fingers brushed along the petals of a flower. Having found one, she caressed it with the lightest of touches. Hydrangeas always seemed fragile, but Las loved their texture more than any other flower.

I wonder who the gardener is.

Humming quietly to herself, she shifted slightly to maintain the squatting position in decent comfort. Which was when she noticed her face feeling a tad warmer than before. From what she had gathered, the sun was behind her.

The reflection from a window?

Automatically looking up as her attention shifted, Las' gaze settled on the wall beyond the garden. Releasing the futile thought, she returned to the scent and feel of the hydrangeas around her hands.