The door of the flower shop opened with a bang, apparently pushed by an unseen force. Opal stepped into the shop, hands on her hips as she looked around for the owner.
“Excuse me, who is the owner of this place?” she asked the small person arranging flowers in the display window. She took another glance around the store. “It’s . . . cute. But if they think putting a little greenery in people’s homes is going to make up for the way they paved over all the beautiful native greenery of the Feywild, they’d be wrong.”
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