The random twitter of a nearby bird catches her attention and she glances over Th'deus's shoulder, then drops her gaze to the unfinished row of bright white flowers; so full of cheerful hope and the gift of beauty. She has the sudden urge to stomp them all. The hat has tilted with that downward regard and hides her face. Depending on how good he is at reading body language he may note as much as her expression would reveal. Her back is rigid with the pressure and determination of being... read more
