[ AW ] Two Dozen Roses

Rowen is blind

the darker the night,
the brighter the stars.

Of what could one remember of the days of simplistic sight? For when the lilies bloomed and brought forth the kiss of a spring's gentle lover - or when the summer's rain saturated the grounds of a foremost poverty stricken town. It is much of that she cannot remember, and yet finds comfort with the unthinkable. There is only so much that eyes can see, and yet the maiden had found that true beauty had come from her own grace and imagination. Though, of all the things Rowen simply couldn't remember, there was one thing for certain that would always be a staple of ingression within her heart.

It is the way that the dew falls gently against her hair. Bringing forth a sort of ethereal glow to the older woman's stature. Illegal. Deathly. They know of what the cost for this sin would be, and yet cared little. For if death was the only thing separating them from eternity, then nothing could separate them. She is divine. Lethe and beautiful within the sondering moonlight. The twinkle within her eye as the iridescent rays of eternity beam off of her blonde locks. Her silky skin intertwining upon her own - encompassing Row within a heaven that is much more divine than that of her masters praise.

It is bitter and yet sweet at the same time. Memories were harsh and yet divine within love and eternity when it came to Rowen. Melrose was now home, she had never seen the beauty of their arbitrium's but still indulged within the comfort that the lilies bring. Thy could never be as beautiful as her love - even if she could see their faces. Yet - they served as a comforting memory of the lady maiden of summers past.

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Nephele Fritz

Her nose was her guide, leading her towards a wonderful smell. Peppermint and lilac. Nephele was eager to add them to her collection of medicine. Perhaps she could add them to the garden and surprise Kylar later. She didn't have quite the green paw that her wife did, but she was hopeful to add more variety to their little patch. It was all that kept the doors to their clinic open and when winter arrived they needed to be prepared.

She hummed a song as she tracked the scent, head bobbing happily in time with her music. It led her out of her garden into grounds that she was less familiar with. The aroma lured her unknowingly towards another wolf, the origin of the herbal scent. Her nose bumped against something soft and warm and she took a step back in alarm. "Oh!" she squeaked, nose twitching in surprise. "I'm sorry," she mumbled in embarrassment, ears flattening as heat flushed through their tips.

"I wasn't paying attention. I thought-" she began to explain, but then her soft brow wrinkled in a frown creasing the flesh above her closed eyelids. Her nose twitched again and she realised that the woman she had bumped into smelled like the herbs she had been tracking. "I thought you were a plant," she admitted, lips shaping a bashful smile on her ebony lips, hoping to reassure the woman that she didn't mean to bother her. Of course she did not know that woman could not see either.

@Rowen

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