Connecting with Florence

As Salviana made her way back to her chambers, the sky grew darker, the air heavy with the promise of rain. She sighed, dreading the inevitable dash she would have to make through the downpour. 

The first drops were already beginning to fall when she heard the hurried patter of footsteps behind her.

"Salviana!" a soft, melodic voice called out.

Turning, she was surprised to see Princess Florence Velthorne hurrying toward her, a large umbrella in hand. 

The princess's golden blonde hair glinted even in the dim light, the wavy strands tucked neatly behind her ears. Her gray eyes sparkled with warmth as she held the umbrella out to Salviana, a nurturing smile on her lips.

"Quickly now, before we're both drenched!" Florence said, raising the umbrella high enough to shield them both.