Lost Creek Hollow no hard feelings

He was right. As soon as the bits and pieces were tossed up, they came floating down like little blooms of color; it was like snow, but far prettier in her view. Some of the petals touched upon the crown of her head, and one large piece landed squarely on her nose. She giggled; the sadness seemed to lift, until — AaAaACHoOOo!

The petal flew up again, flipping and falling, spreading bits of pollen that were clinging to the still-attached pistil. Ibis didn't want to sneeze again but as soon as the debris touched her nose, she felt a second sneeze building up. Her eyes squeezed shut just in time for another booming, CHOO! And she was left sniffling, glassy-eyed, and a little bit dazed.