Endymion had almost forgotten where he was: he had been gazing upwards, as one might at the night sky, at the disorientating, luscious upside-down field of flowers, his mind a world away, for who knew how long.
So he didn’t hear much of the remark until he had blinked, shaken out a crick in his neck and a new, heavy daze, and reoriented himself to the ballroom floor, trying to remember whose debut this was and what he had been doing before he’d looked up –
“Desi!” Dymion exclaimed, delighted, as his eyes fell upon the elder of the Morgan brothers (both of whom he liked very much), who had somehow, sometime, appeared at his side. Belatedly, his brain sprang back to life enough to digest the question he’d missed the first time around. “Mostly the flowers,” he admitted. “Peonies. Why, what are you doing?” he added teasingly, as he discovered a stray macaron in his hand and took a ponderous bite out of it.
So he didn’t hear much of the remark until he had blinked, shaken out a crick in his neck and a new, heavy daze, and reoriented himself to the ballroom floor, trying to remember whose debut this was and what he had been doing before he’d looked up –
“Desi!” Dymion exclaimed, delighted, as his eyes fell upon the elder of the Morgan brothers (both of whom he liked very much), who had somehow, sometime, appeared at his side. Belatedly, his brain sprang back to life enough to digest the question he’d missed the first time around. “Mostly the flowers,” he admitted. “Peonies. Why, what are you doing?” he added teasingly, as he discovered a stray macaron in his hand and took a ponderous bite out of it.
