Lion Head Mesa Hellebore

He was never far from the garden, but at this particular moment, he had been putting away his hollow cup used for watering the flowers on the inside of the palace. Seven red blooms. A holy number, according to his friend Senmut. 

The giant Sesh, however, wanted to check upon his creation, his vision brought to life through hard work and dedication; and look through it to check that each flower, seed, and tender sapling was taking to its new home. Haizel had done his best to ensure everyone would get along, mapped it out in his head and sown the soil just so. 

Oh? Hi! Do you like it? he wuffed happily to a visitor.