 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
She only half listened to him as she swiftly moved toward a nearby flower patch, that was placed at the start of a path. Bending down, she attempted to snap a navy blue velvety rose from it's stem. Only just about managing, she cursed aloud as one of the thorns tore into her finger and broke the skin. Instinctively, she brought the finger tip her mouth and sucked on it, the flower in the other hand, her eyes prickled with tears, a wince on her face due to the taste of the metallic blood. |