Wapun Meadow Tiny Flower Swaying in Your Palm

hella short post dammit sorry

"Yes, of course we will. I plan to. In this case, it will be a beautiful surprise for both of us, won't it?" The grayscale girl spoke once more with a smile as the male had closed some of the distance between the two to inspect the geranium himself. "My name's Crëyr, by the way. Flower enthusiast, glad to have met another." After all, she respected and loved all things bright, lively and beautiful, regardless of its size or condition.

The Welsh female then proceeded to look for a flower in the shade of her companion's eyes, an icy, crystal glacier blue, and promptly found one that had sure wilted but still had the color it once was. A bright, avid blue. "These look like the color of your eyes. Kind of, I guess?" A melodic chuckle followed.