She feels eyes on her, a soft and curious prickle like moth feet, and she turns to find the most beautiful girl in the world staring at her. While attempting not to flatten a child, Ro has somehow managed to stumble into a stall she hasn’t seen before, and the girl behind the counter looks like a goddamn elf, like the apotheosis of cottagecore, like if a Studio Ghibli heroine could be a pale white girl with long hair as tawny and true as corn silk.
i love the descriptors, "the apotheosis of cottagecore", "as tawny and true as corn silk"
delightful absolutely delightful
Oh and of course we cannot forget
"the most beautiful girl in the world"
