The Spirit of Lisianthus and Marigold lived on in all of the wildlife of their homeland.
All the animals roamed there, looking for their Spirit-caretakers.
In their stead resided a little boy cloaked in the vines of the forest.
He planted the seeds on top of the steep hill with one touch of his hands. His plan was going perfect. The next day, a suprise would be there...
The little girl yawned and stretched her arms high, getting ready for her morning walk, when she saw atop the hill flowers, spelling out something.
I LOVE YOU.
She chuckled to herself. Only one boy she knew could do this...
Anthony.
"Where are you hiding?" she smiled while searching for him.
He came behind a tree. "Here I am, Mari. Did you like the flowers?"
She quickly embraced him. "Yes, they were quite lovely."
He tucked a stray marigold into her fair, white hair and smiled.
A deer poked out from the bushes and walked up to Anthony.
"Hello, René," he greeted the deer.
Renè bowed in response, wagging her little white tail.
"Are you hungry? I'll get you some food if you'd like." Anthony patted her little head and stuck his hand to the ground. Immediately, a long patch of grass protruded for her to eat.
"Take care now, René. Mari and I are going to the river for a bit."
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Does it Have to Make Sense?
AcakNO! Random things we write go in here. No sense has to be made. Why? Pft! Sense is stupid!
