Duck Lake These are just ghosts that broke my heart

The man spoke with a voice full of good humor, and Silanga found she enjoyed the sound of his voice without the flowers to impede it. Her smile was more genuine after that. Her eyes full of a sad kind of pleasure, as she hadn't recieved a gift in many weeks - least of all from a man - given her history.

She looked to the flowers he had placed down and carefully moved closer, looking at them, and then at him, and her tail wagged. That's... very sweet. The flowers were still mostly intact. She didn't know what kind they were, but that didn't matter.

Do you gift every woman you see? She said this with a slight chuckle to her tone.