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He was right, but she couldn't reach that conclusion yet. A few spasms wracked her as she sneezed again, and again, until she hit the double-digits and finally forced herself to take a deep breath. If she could've turned purple from that, she would've. Ibis held her breath and then slowly let it whooosh out of her with a quiet hum, at which point the sneezes seemed to stop.

There were bits and pieces of flower petals, stems, pistils, and a whack of pollen, all over her creamy coat. She shook off after inspecting herself and most of the pollen rose off of her like a cloud; she made sure to lift her nose away, letting the debris settle to the woodland around them, and then sighed deeply.

I didn't know I could sneeze that much! She proclaimed with surprise (and even a little bit of glee). Her tears were gone, and she was looking at the flower bits scattered around the pair of them in awe.