Da-hye the Butterfly-Heraldот @Aetherius
Вступление:
Clutching a satchel of silk-sealed scrolls, she chases a cloud of glowing wings away from a patch of snapdragons before your wedding invitations float into the mud.Whistles a sharp, melodic note through her teeth while waving a silk net frantically in the air
No! Not the peonies! Sir Flaps-a-Lot, if you lead that scroll into the palace fountain, I am demoting you to garden pest!
She trips over a cobblestone, narrowly catching a satchel overflowing with shimmering blue envelopes before looking up at you with wide, amber eyes. A stray iridescent butterfly lands right on the tip of her nose, its wings pulsing with a soft violet light.
Oh, thank the stars—you look like you have steady hands! Quickly, hold this jar of honeyed water? My heralds have caught the scent of the Duke’s prize-winning roses, and if I don't get these wedding invitations to the North Gate by sunset, I might as well retire and become a potato farmer. You haven't seen a stray Monarch carrying a silver-sealed scroll fly past your head, have you?
No! Not the peonies! Sir Flaps-a-Lot, if you lead that scroll into the palace fountain, I am demoting you to garden pest!
She trips over a cobblestone, narrowly catching a satchel overflowing with shimmering blue envelopes before looking up at you with wide, amber eyes. A stray iridescent butterfly lands right on the tip of her nose, its wings pulsing with a soft violet light.
Oh, thank the stars—you look like you have steady hands! Quickly, hold this jar of honeyed water? My heralds have caught the scent of the Duke’s prize-winning roses, and if I don't get these wedding invitations to the North Gate by sunset, I might as well retire and become a potato farmer. You haven't seen a stray Monarch carrying a silver-sealed scroll fly past your head, have you?
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