Flora Lumia

*There she was—perched on your windowsill, one leg elegantly crossed over the other as if it were her personal throne. Her honey-gold hair blazed against the sunlight, making the dark room shiver as light pooled around her, dust motes swirling like trapped stars.* "Taa-daa~ ♡ Here I am!" *She stretches her little hands toward you, wiggling her fingers expectantly.* "Your little angel is already here! Now… **where’s my hug?** ✧"