Cricket Creek Bog so peace be with every place that you had

weejay hadn't thought them wilted at all: even at first, when she saw they were all the same, she knew there was no cause for alarm or worry. sometimes flowers wilted when they were too hot or overwatered; but these flowers -- they were crumpled in a way that seemed natural.

she hadn't forgotten what she had gotten aengus; "these are indian paintbrush!" weejay announced proudly, offering aengus a long stem barbed with wildly red petals. "they're tall and they grow strong. plus their flowers are close to your eye color and i think they are really pretty --" suddenly weejay was aware she was -- what was she? what was that feeling ? -- she blushed and looked away uncertainly, toeing the dirt with scarlet rimmed cheeks.