She had been in the garden all day. Truth be told, it was still rather early, but Maerose had been up for a while now. Finally, after hours outside, the witch had found the perfect flower; a white rose. Pure in its appearance. Carefully did she pick it up, making sure not to do any harm to the petals, just before casting a small spell.
A magical rose, color-changing, now that she cast a spell. With pride did she present it to Abigail as soon as she found her. “I have a gift for you, dearest.” Handing over the white rose, a smile on her lips as she watched her, the color eventually changing from white to black to red. “This flower will never die.” Oh, Maerose might not have told Abigail just how much she meant to her yet, but she was convinced the rose would be a great hint.
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