Flower Crowns [Open]

[Dragon]

The stars were lovely, not that they were the reason that Giana was out on the plateau. No - she was after the spring flowers. It had been turns since she'd last made a flower crown, but her fingers remembered how. Not that her first effort was a crown; rather, it was more of a garland, draped over an irritable Zuu, who had attempted to nip at Gi's fingers when it was laid on him. Goranask was far more patient, simply laying on the grass with a sigh and accepting the fact that Giana was going to bedeck him with the crown she was working on.

Is most undignified, the broad, solid bronze pointed out, his attention mostly on Zuu. The one-turn-old flit was grumbling and growling, snapping at the offending flower garland draped over him where he was lying on the grass, bright white teeth flashing in the moonlight. Zuu agrees.

"Zuu hardly has any dignity to begin with," the demigirl pointed out, "and you would be dignified no matter the circumstances."