To see so many flowers cut away from their stems brings a sadness to Aella. They are undeserving of such a fate, but the human world cares little about the things they wish to possess for their own. Anything pretty was bound to be stolen away by greedy hands. The entirety of the shop is not covered in death, however. A few still sit in planted pots, growing in spite of the adversity of captivity. “You, little witch!” Aella calls out, to the young woman behind the counter, demanding her attention. “These flowers are sad. They would like to be placed in more direct sunlight.” They had told her as much. ( @avxvidalis )














