A Gentle Curtsey

A tiny flutter stirred beneath my silver sash. I blinked, discovering I could slowly tilt my head. Beside me stood a tall, sparkling bottle wearing a pointed silver topper, just like my crown. Taking one quiet, measured step across the lavender ground, I extended my hand and lightly tapped the smooth vial. A sweet, faint chime echoed. Delighted by the acquaintance, I smoothed my pleated skirt and offered a graceful greeting.