stem length

He gapes at her, speechless. What was he doing? Why did he stop her? He could’ve escaped all this! Panic starts to take hold and his eyes skip away. They land on the flowers resting on the counter. On impulse he pulls one from the bunch, cracking the stem to shorten its length. He holds it out to her.

“Here…For your hair.”

A WIP of another Zutara art inspired by @sadladybug‘s Zutara fic titled Clothe Me in Seasons, Dress Me in Snow.