" I-In training , my lady . "
The thin young man corrects , staring up at her with eyes riddled with self doubt and awe of who he stands before .
" Though my progress is ... admittedly slow . I'm sure to make the title of perfumer within the year . This I promise you . "
[ @LOVEOFSTTRINA ]
Pleating out the folds in her waistβrobes, Skuunda cannot help but look down and to the side as she adjusted herself.
βI see the bottles rested on thy hips.β She narrowed her eyes. βImpossible to miss, when thouβrt so thin and meagre.
Perfumer, thouβrt?β
[ @LOVEOFSTTRINA ]
Slumbering Egg.
A delicate bundle of owl eggs that will never hatch. Found tenderly by Skuunda, close to the resting place of Thiollierβs beloved St. Trina.
A symbol of the most sublime slumber, for which gentle Thiollier has not yet felt.
I will ascend to greater heights and greater things, so that I may be significant enough to poke a hole in the clouds for us to breatheββwhere the Gods stripped us of our very breath, suffocated under their divinity.