looking for perhaps @Remus but others open!
She the Wysteria's were always pretty. They were hushed willows, sinking in in both apple orchids and wysteries of the red-variety. Suited highly to those of the warmer edge, and yet felt plainly weird against her own, and her brothers cooler tones. It was like another toy of but being difference, and she would think of it.. But it wasn't nature that made this way ; it simply existed, before religion. It stayed pretty, and would continue — she enjoyed being in the midst of it.
Today somewhat smelled strange, as she approached a fallen apple. It was slightly rotten, but something smelled.. She wouldn't say rancid, but a strange musk from it that wasn't the usual rot she knew. Almost tempting to eat, she would dare say — but was that wise? Faust was bent down, smelling it cautiously, toying with such thoughts.
the staff team luvs u