[FIN] In My Own Little Corner [Open]

[Lucca]

After a few minutes of concentration, exactly 26 blue flowers lay in a little pile on the grass, and Mythiril stood beside them, wiping her slightly dirty paws on the grass to rid them of a bit of dirt. She'd need to bathe later, of course, but it could all be arranged once the doe was satisfied and dismissed her. At first, the words caused her to merely blink in confusion, before it dawned on her that the Doe must want her to...make a hat out of the bluebells? Like...a flower chain? But she didn't want them ruined, she was sure, since she was told to be so careful with them while picking.

"Do you want them together, like this?" Quickly, the little bunny picked up two of the flowers and loosely, gently wove their stems together. It took a bit of fumbling, but she managed it. She had made woven flower crowns before, when she was younger and she and her sister had a little bit of free time in which to play in between lessons on being proper Leverets. Not much of a chance since then, sadly. Not for many years. "Or just..." She glanced up to the Doe's head, focusing for a bit on the curious mutation of horns spiraling out of it. "Around your ears and horns, perhaps?" She sat, waiting for instruction, hesitant to move without being told to. After all, flowers were of fading beauty, and very fragile, and Myth had a feeling the odd Doe would be very sad if any of them were ruined.

[Bee]

"Fantastic," she said. She let her little dandelion get to work settling the flowers around her head. She was almost tempted to keep them there. She could hear them ringing in her head. And one could never have too many shades of blue. "You have very gentle paws. Pluck primrose and drink its wine. It will help them stay soft."

It was, she thought, a nice moment. She dissolved into its blue and floated in it. Nevertheless, it was best that they return shortly to the warren. Her room ached for a delicate touch. And Anubis had never liked it when she went a-wandering, and she didn't have quite the right feel yet for Remmington's levels of tolerance. The excursion, she supposed, would be the first test. She disliked tests; she usually did poorly.

"Come along, then, dandy," she said, still happily dreamy, and started back toward the warren.

[Lucca]

"U-um, thank you, Ma'am," Myth mumbled, not sure if that last thing the Doe had said had been another instruction or just a dreamy comment. She looped the last of the flowers around the horns and ears and sat back. Myth watched cautiously as the Doe's eyes went vague and she seemed to lose herself for a moment. The little Leveret wondered if that's how she herself had looked the times she indulged in her own fantasies. Perhaps that was why this odd Doe was drawn to her? Reality certainly wasn't bogging her down.

Myth could almost envy her that. When instructed to, Myth followed the Doe back to the Warren, and then back to her room, where she was permitted to take her leave. "Let me know if you need anything else," Myth offered, with a low bow of her head. It was, after all, the proper thing to say. At least today Myth could feel like she'd fulfilled her duty as a Leveret, however odd the recipient of her attentions might have been. Myth retreated to her own quarters again, lay down in her ragged blanket, and dreamed of endless fields of blue flowers and a life without chains. Unless they were made of daisies.

((I hope this okay, Bee! I tried to wrap it up but if that wasn't what you wanted yet tell me? <3))