[ Momo is so distracted petting the wolf that she doesn't notice movement above her, not clocking the tail swish as anything more than an ordinary wag. So when a flower falls from nowhere onto her head, she blinks, straightening up and looking around. But... There's no one nearby who could have dropped it there.
She picks up the peony, turning it over in her fingers, bringing the blossom up to her face to smell its pleasing aroma. ] What...? Where did this come from?
[ She looks at the wolf, still confused, but curious. ]
no subject
She picks up the peony, turning it over in her fingers, bringing the blossom up to her face to smell its pleasing aroma. ] What...? Where did this come from?
[ She looks at the wolf, still confused, but curious. ]
Did you...?