◜✮ @docileplant says: ‟I wanted to thank you for everything.” Cosmo smiles, placing a flower crown on top of Sonic’s head. ‟I think... Everyone looks better with flowers on their head. Wouldn’t you agree?” She stops herself, her hands laying on her lap. “Perhaps I’m just used to seeing it so often.”
Cream had once told Sonic that flower crowns were created to honor the gods.
An interaction long since past, a day lost to time — and yet, he still remembers the sentiment. Surprisingly insightful for a child, and admittedly very interesting, she’d said that the old inhabitants of islands such as Westside designed and wore them to pay their respects to their patron deities; Dark and Light Gaia. Where she had learned such a thing, Sonic wasn’t sure, but...
Nowadays, flower crowns were used for celebrations; ones of victory, life, or hope. They symbolized a concept that Cream held dear to her heart, and thus, she shared that ideal with everyone she met. Sonic pressed the flowers of the crown she’d given him that day and placed them in a scrapbook under his bed.
He reckons he’ll do the same with this one.
“Nah,” He says, tentatively reaching up to brush gloved finger tips along the rim of one flower. The touch is hesitant, almost careful, as if he’s afraid Cosmo’s handy work may crumble and blow away at the slightest bit of wind. “Y’er not wrong; they do look good on everyone. They’re apart of the planet, after all.” Sonic smiles, thoughtful in his approach; perhaps he could spare just one...
Slowly, he plucks a flower from the garland upon his head and places it against the seedrian’s open palms. “I’m the one who should be thankin’ you. Without your help, we wouldn’t have been able t’ stop the Metarex. So many planets got a second chance ‘cause of y’er bravery, Cosmo.”
For a moment, Sonic reflects on Cream’s words once again — paying tribute to those that display such feats of strength, courage, and selflessness... Continuing to gaze at the flower resting in Cosmo's hands, his expression falls quite gentle, eyes cast upwards to meet her own again.
“I’m glad you’re here with us,” He grins. “Y’ should make one of these for Cream sometime, yeah? She loves this kinda stuff. Maybe you guys could teach me a thing or two ‘bout making these.”
