{ @creative-daydreamer }
Mymble sat in the flower field, contentedly picking flowers as she hums to herself without a care in the world. It’s a beautiful day, today, with a clear, sunny blue sky and the flowers were absolutely relishing in the sunshine.
Seeing something in her periphery causes Mymble to look up, her gentle smile widening when she sees who’s approaching.
“Hello, Moomin!” She calls, waving widely to him.















