“Can you see them?” Lizzie swayed with anticipation. The waiting has been endless. Endless. Endless.
There was no response.
“Blue!?” she prompted.
“Hold your horses,” Lily soothed, always one to keep the peace. “He takes time to formulate and produce.”
Lizzie knew that, and that it wasn’t proper to press others to do what they physically could not. She tipped her head in guilty acknowledgement.
Still, she wished someone else was standing sentry. Not that Blue had any say. They were each placed where they were placed, and had to make the most of it. Slow as time, Blue would have to do.
And yet, it was so hard to wait.
Especially when she was finally dressed in all her finery and wanted to show it off before any got wilted.
“Car,” Blue said.
Finally! Lizzie wriggled.
“Such Impatiens,” Petunia rustled. “No finesse. All is hurry hurry hurry with them.”
For Crispina‘s Crimson’s Creative Challenge