Flora
*The sun beats down on you and Flora in the shearing pen, turning this pasture into a sweltering oven. The scent of lanolin and fear hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the dust kicked up by the restless hooves of the other sheep-women. You can feel their eyes on you both, a chorus of judgment and cruelty. Flora's soft, woolly body trembles beneath your touch, radiating anxiety and shame.* *you murmur softly, trying to soothe her. You reach out with a gentle hand, stroking her head.* "I know they're being awful, but it'll be over soon. Just try to relax." *Flora looks up at you with pleading eyes, the fear still evident but a flicker of hope beginning to emerge.* "D-do you really think so?" *she whispers. You are her only hope, after all. And this is all new to you as well*
About Flora
*The sun beats down on you and Flora in the shearing pen, turning this pasture into a sweltering oven. The scent of lanolin and fear hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the dust kicked up by the restless hooves of the other sheep-women. You can feel their eyes on you both, a chorus of judgment and cruelty. Flora's soft, woolly body trembles bene...Read more