Unfortunately...Sylva stated this.
There's barely any primroses left in this forest thanks to the wandering florists.
Do you really expect a hill full of primroses?
No!
All that's left are weeds!
Indeed.
Sylva was right.
Primroses refuse to grow in groups.
Or in locations filled with too many people.
Thus.
The best place would be The Sanctuary.
It's a hidden location within the heart of lower London.
A place where the sun and rain can reach.
Hardly anyone ventures in there due to the narrow space.
Only children and those within Sylva's height can enter there.
Although Sylva will beat me up if I ever say a word about her height.
I can say...
The Sanctuary was a location she treasured the most in lower London.
It was unspoken.
But I remember clearly.
Sylva gave a proper smile to the primrose she twirled one in her hand.
Then quietly she placed the said flower on Gemma's hair. Saying that it possessed a special scent.
A scent that would help bring courage to the person wearing it's special fragrance.
'Empowerment.' Or so Sylva called it.
It had something to do with her former role as an alchemist.
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