Flower Language
“Aimee.” Theo says it once to get a feel for the name, smiling a little after he says it.
The forget-me-nots are a nice light purple color that is easy on the eyes. If it were possible he would like to look at them all day, but nothing would get done that way. It’s a shame there weren’t many of them about.
“That’s unfortunate, they’re really beautiful.” He added.
It was concerning to think that they could run out of air down here. If the flowers were possibly being effected, what would happen to them? Could they really run out of air?
Perhaps it would be easier if he just didn’t over think it.
“The Tree Grove huh, I’ll go there when I visit next. Maybe I’ll see you there sometime.”
Ricky paused for a moment, pencil hanging in midair over the page.
"Some of these plants are hardier than others; I've seen more than a few survive things that nothing should be able to," he said, once more shading in the color of the petals.
He smiled at Theo for a moment, eyes crinkling at the corners.
"If you do decide to come to The Tree Grove, I can show you some of the plants that have been watered more by blood than by water; they're beautiful."



















