Lola might be aware Rosethorn's bark was rougher than her bite, somewhere, but that display was more than intimidating enough. The color drained from her youthful features, leaving only the efforts of her make-up on her cheeks and under her eyes.
And then the color drained from her hair. Blossom pink waves turned to a fresh snowdrift white. Everything also tastes a bit like celery, weird side effect from Lola's fear. Lola was unaware of any of this. Her eyes hadn't left the scary angry gardener. Lola took a few stumbling steps back, away from that energy. Trying to decide if explanations or apologies were the answer.
She 'chose' to fall on her butt and fill with dread. Snow white hair turned stormcloud gray, grass 'giving up' and withering under her hands.
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And then the color drained from her hair. Blossom pink waves turned to a fresh snowdrift white. Everything also tastes a bit like celery, weird side effect from Lola's fear. Lola was unaware of any of this. Her eyes hadn't left the scary angry gardener. Lola took a few stumbling steps back, away from that energy. Trying to decide if explanations or apologies were the answer.
She 'chose' to fall on her butt and fill with dread. Snow white hair turned stormcloud gray, grass 'giving up' and withering under her hands.