Lingering Blooms [Open]

[Dragon]

Fall was passing quickly, and while it never got particularly cold in Semaca, Giana was still keenly aware that the shortest days and coolest months were on their way. Dusk had painted the sky a lovely dusty violet, a smattering of stars already visible, and Gi was on the lookout for any remaining flowers, plucking them up as she wandered along the edge of the lake.

Flowers again, Goranask groused. More crowns?

"Probably," Giana answered jovially. "Zuu destroyed his last one, silly boy, but you always look so dashing in them."

Am fierce, Goranask objected, but he gave a soft grumble afterward that Giana knew meant that she was going to get her way no matter how reluctant he was. There were benefits to growing up knowing your wher.

"Where is Zuu anyway?" she asked, stooping to pick another flower, adding it to her casually held bouquet. She peered through the fading light at Goranask. "I haven't seen him tonight."

Flirting with green flits, he answered. Probably.

Giana laughed. "Probably. Not that you're shy about flirting with the female whers, now, are you?"