A smooth little rock in the shape of a heart
He doesn’t even move this one much, to be honest. It was heartfelt and probably impulsive, and all he does is move it to a better position. It sits in the middle of a sunny patch during the day, and the moon shines on it at night.
It’s a heart and he feels like his own warms when he sees it.
He offers that giver sun-showers and blooming flowers wherever she goes.















