Whitebark Stream luftschloss

Unacknowledged for the best, lest they get themselves in a tangle of silence again. Some selfish part of her wished for it, wanted to melt them together here in the secluded place they met in. Allow him to cling to her as the water did but —

A deep breath, silent her selfish desire in favor of the words he spoke. Eyes left him in favor of looking down to the pair of flowers. Red with an orange center. A closer look (and careful smell of them) revealed nothing of note to her.

Shame.

No, She whispered in response. I am afraid not. A slight shake of her head to follow as well.

Where did you find them?