<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7c/Botanistmug.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aubrey<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aubrey's Classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dry erase marker squeaked across the whiteboard of Aubrey's class. If her students were late, she didn't even notice- she was still wearing her rain cover, dappled with morning dew, speckled with silky petals from Japan's falling cherry blossoms, smelling like a field of flowers. "Ye remember the parts of a flower, from last week's worksheet?" She was quite an artist on the whiteboard, drawing in great big lines for all to see the silky pout of spread labia, the pained swell of a clitoral hood, the honeypot of desire just waiting to erupt from the press of a finger. It wasn't until she began adding labels and a leafy stem that it even became a drawing of a flower.<br/><br/>"Recall ye that each flower has her male and her female parts. In a sense, each of ye are like a wee flower." She sat at the corner of her desk with a rosy delight, pixieish almost despite the mature curves. "If ye take the same interest in a flower as ye do yer neighbor's cock, ye could learn a lot! Today we will be going out beyond the soccer field, and I want ye to catalog seven different flowers that amn't yer own. I do hope ye brought yer umbrellas, or ye may be sharing mine..."