Apr 12, 2013
existen-tiam
{♔} The blonde hummed a tuneless song, her fingers skillfully weaving a flower wreath. There was nothing to do- her father had tons of paperwork, and there was nobody else she could turn to. She tried to search for birds in the garden, but not even a robin or squirrel was seen or heard. So left with nothing else, Heather sat in the middle of the meadow, making a flower crown for herself and maybe for her father.
"Maybe this will make him spend less time on that work," She said aloud to herself, marveling at the lopsided flowers. Pausing for a moment, she tilted her head, examining it slowly.
