“A-dooooooooor-able!” Thalia scrolls for inspiration. “We have fresh flowers on the table! Let’s nick this one! Can we-caaaan-we?” “Yes. Let’s play.” Nia points Tal toward the vase and Cal toward the art supplies. “Off you go —” She sighs, and rests her overflowing head on the table.
“A-dooooooooora-ble indeed!”
I haven’t sworn a vow of silence exactly. (oh, please let him, please. The shadows murmured)
You’ve turned a flower stem into a broom handle for starters. Magic a plenty. So I choose to observe the details and words comprising the whole.
Sensing a bit of Nia-ness, consider some Cal-idocious?!
A glorious “nick!”
Love it!
Stole the quote too!
No. From the blog today I saw Nia’s plight as overload or a touch of exhaustion?
*LOVE* the witch-on-a-flower treatment!