"I am aware of that, Lady Shelley. I can see the weaves."
A pause as his index finger caressed one of the snow white petals.
"My question is why do you have such an attachment to this flower? After all, it would be but the work of a moment for me to untie the weaves, and return this flower to the dust. Why should I not do so, especially if it is just an ordinary flower?"
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Date: 2006-02-12 09:52 pm (UTC)"I am aware of that, Lady Shelley. I can see the weaves."
A pause as his index finger caressed one of the snow white petals.
"My question is why do you have such an attachment to this flower? After all, it would be but the work of a moment for me to untie the weaves, and return this flower to the dust. Why should I not do so, especially if it is just an ordinary flower?"