*The little yellow fairy lifted the wreath with tiny hands.* Be good!
“I will, wee Fae. Come back any time you like.”

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*The little yellow fairy lifted the wreath with tiny hands.* Be good!
“I will, wee Fae. Come back any time you like.”
*A beautiful, fresh created wreath of various shades of white and deep green was placed against Kelly Rose's door. Hundreds of flower petals wrapped around the entirety of the cabin. The tiniest kiss was left stained to his cheek.*
Kelly would nearly trip on the wreath the next time he opened his front door. He would pick it up and look up and down the street for any sign of who might have left it.
Finding none, he would assume it to be a welcome gift from a neighbor and bring it inside. It could go in the kitchen.
Bless the wreath with kind words. If you say the right thing, he may pay you a visit.
“We’ll bless the wreath and give it some soothin’ energy. Just the thing for a wolf who’s seen to much red.”
A swirl of green light from his fingertips and a whispered blessing for inner peace and good fortune would add the final touches.
*The little fairy sings in Gaelic while the druid makes their blessed wreath.*
Gladiolus tristis and moonflowers and queen of the night were woven with birch branches and night blooming jasmine. Some sage and eucalyptus leaves were added for more greenery, juniper berries for color.
“What do you think?”
And blessings, honey milk, and good company.
“How about I weave some blessin’s into this wreath? I leave the honey milk and good company to you.”
I think he wants to be a good wolf.
“Do you think the wreath will help?”
You're a very good druid.
“I try to be. Is he a good wolf?”
Nothing with red. Wolfie has seen enough red.
*nod nod* “No red then. How about white and blue and some dark green foliage?”