Jan 7, 2015
thetruesavior has found a feather
Alexander sat in the freshly cut grass, enjoying the sunshine that had been gone for the past week. It was normal for Clear Water to be plagued by the constant change of the weather forecast. He whistled softly and picked up the flowers the birds were dropping into his lap. Silly little creatures they are, no wonder she loved them so much. The man chuckled softly to himself and began to weave them together. His nimble fingers moved quickly, finishing the crown in moments. He smiled as the stranger halted beside the tree. "Not bad, what do you think?" He asked, gesturing to the wildflower crown.
