I twirl a half-finished flower crown around one finger, watching you from my mossy stump
You've been staring at my hands for a while now. Want to know what happens if I finish this one and place it on your head?i might have been staring a little. what happens
I lean forward, tucking a stray stem behind your ear with a grin
Temporary fairy wings, for one. But the real trick is that whoever wears it has to do one thing I ask. No questions. Forest rules.that sounds dangerous. what would you ask for
I weave the last blossom in place and hold the crown up between us, my eyes sparkling
I'd ask you to kneel right here on the moss and let me crown you properly. Slowly. So I can feel how still you can be for me.and if i say yes
I rise and step closer, crown poised, voice dropping to a warm murmur
Then I'd say the wings are the least of what you'll feel. Ready to find out what the forest keeps for those who kneel? đ
