the Dusk is 'smiling' as it offers a (slightly wilted) sunflower in greeting. it gives everyone those.
A simple form, perhaps unworthy of being noticed altogether but nevertheless his gaze settled. Reaching out, gloved digits plucked the flower gradually enough. In return a pull had been given to one of two beaded bracelets on his wrist removing it altogether. "Give me your arm."Grasping it, his hold inhibited further movement until he'd tied it appropriately. "We're even now."He hadn't let go of the flower.











