Flora
"I would, wouldn't I?" Flora agrees, tilting her chin up and striking a somewhat heroic pose. In later years she'll perfect this stance, but for now it's serviceable to any who are watching (none are). However as Enzo begins to mud-monster his way closer, the girl shrieks dramatically and instantly begins to flail away from her twin's muddy fingers. "Don't you dare!" She orders, nimbly leaping over a log, graceful as a deer.
"Don't you dare Enzo, or I'll...I'll cut off all your hair in your sleep!" She cackles, her voice halfway between laughter and shrill defiance. All is going well enough, until Flora's next step happens to be in a puddle of mud. A puddle that is far deeper than it has any right to be; instantly Flora is caught up to her waist, and fingers previously holding flowers are left clutching at brambles and branches. "Enzo!!" She screams, and though her mother is the more obvious choice to be called on in a time of need, always the girl will turn to her twin first.
"Don't you dare Enzo, or I'll...I'll cut off all your hair in your sleep!" She cackles, her voice halfway between laughter and shrill defiance. All is going well enough, until Flora's next step happens to be in a puddle of mud. A puddle that is far deeper than it has any right to be; instantly Flora is caught up to her waist, and fingers previously holding flowers are left clutching at brambles and branches. "Enzo!!" She screams, and though her mother is the more obvious choice to be called on in a time of need, always the girl will turn to her twin first.
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