If They Knew How Misery Loved Me
01-08-2016, 06:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-08-2016, 06:38 PM by Rœkia T.)
ooc: I got Eve's permission to have her listen to Finch's chest
Mist and fog coiled around her form, fracturing and distorting the light into an unearthly haze. The light filtered softly through the trees falling on one of her favorite plants, stretching green and beautiful, stems reaching three feet fight, buds just beginning to form. Buds that would bloom into beautiful crimson bells… an elegant poison if there ever was one. Foxglove. A plant rumored to have been grown by dark fairies to soften the footsteps of their foxes when committing various crimes. According to her mother at least. Rœkia's expression darkened for a moment but she quickly softened and turned to look at Finch when she heard the girl sneeze.
"Oh, darling… are you feeling well? Let me have a look." She moved toward Finch, nose sniffing as she moved to press her ears against the girls chest, listening. "Ok breath in and out, steady now…."
Mist and fog coiled around her form, fracturing and distorting the light into an unearthly haze. The light filtered softly through the trees falling on one of her favorite plants, stretching green and beautiful, stems reaching three feet fight, buds just beginning to form. Buds that would bloom into beautiful crimson bells… an elegant poison if there ever was one. Foxglove. A plant rumored to have been grown by dark fairies to soften the footsteps of their foxes when committing various crimes. According to her mother at least. Rœkia's expression darkened for a moment but she quickly softened and turned to look at Finch when she heard the girl sneeze.
"Oh, darling… are you feeling well? Let me have a look." She moved toward Finch, nose sniffing as she moved to press her ears against the girls chest, listening. "Ok breath in and out, steady now…."
"Speech"