love it [hairy]

[Librette]

As a child you would wait, and watch from far away. But you always knew you'd be the one to work while they all play. Here she is, minding her own business. Unlike Covet, she couldn't give two shits about her line. Even when she'd been queen having an heir was about the furthest thing from her mind. She doesn't like children. She knows she's terrible with children. And therefore, she tends to avoid children. Although since her latest return, they seem to seek her out – much as she would (really) rather they not. When he first approaches her, stepping from the shadows to melt toward her, she doesn't understand his intentions. Perhaps she should be able to tell from the way he says her name. Perhaps there should be something in his presence that alerts her to what he's got on his mind. But when it comes to this kind of thing, she's still really quite the innocent. And so she looks toward him as he calls her name, thinking absolutely nothing of it. She's about to greet him in return when he surprises her into silence by speaking again. She frowns slightly in confusion as he starts to comment on her appearance. Clean. She can't help looking herself over – he's right, she is remarkably clean. Her wings especially look spotless. It's not easy in summer to keep them entirely free of debris, especially if she's not flying regularly. Grass and moss and such can build up if one is not careful. She absolutely isn’t sure what to say. And so she does what she always does when she's in doubt. "…thanks?" she says, but her tones are more confused than exasperated as a more savvy woman might be. She's keen on not offending him here, as she knows that he's an important asset to the Valley. She's said thank you. Now it's time for the hard part. "You're looking very...orange eyed today." She gets the words out awkwardly, obviously searching for something to say before she speaks. She pauses, wishing she'd been able to find something better, but deciding that she's already said it, she might as well go with it. "They're a lovely shade of…hot pumpkin." Don't weep for me LIBRETTE Because this will be the labor of my love. Image copyright FFFiiiAA