OPEN, FLOWER CROWNS — YOU WERE HEAVEN TO ME

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Peachmoon's wounds hurt like hell. Fuck BoneClan, man. All she wanted was to have a little fun.


    As the sun began to set and the cerulean began to fade into a pumpkin orange, Peachmoon huffed as she trudged along a grassy patch. Something caught her eye though: a patch of daisies. The girl stared at the flora with an indifferent expression, but she gave in to her urge anyway.


    The medic plopped down and began to weave the flowers into wreaths. "I used to do this as a kid, huh?" she mumbled herself and cracked a tiny grin. "How dumb."

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    "Hello Peachmoon," Shiftingallegiances said as she walked over.//rushed









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    [fancypost bgcolor=#efefef; border: 3px solid #cccccc; width: 300px; height: 400px;][align=center][font=georgia][size=37px][size=23pt]◄[/size]ICARUS[color=hotpink][size=23pt]►[/size]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=georgia][color=black]Icarus, however, did not think it was dumb. The young honorguard was impressed by such crafts. He was unable to do such things and his parents back in his old home never did such things. Were his parents raised in secluded places too? He wondered.


    Thoughts aside, the cream tabby bounded over to the recovering medic, his eyes wide as he stared at the plants in awe. "What are [i]thooose?" he inquired, his head tilting to the side. He pointed a snowy paw at the flower crowns after asking the question.


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Peachmoon glanced up to see Shift and blinked. "Hello," she greeted in response. Her attention was then drawn to Icarus, who seemed to be in awe by the floral garments. Instead of giving him an answer, the femme simply picked up a crown and attempted to place one on the honorguard's head. "You're the prince now," she stated simply as she then put a flower crown of her own on. "And I'm the princess. Kiss me." ...Was that sarcasm? With Peachmoon you could never tell.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 270px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=georgia][color=black]The boy giggled when the medic placed the floral crown atop his head and called him a prince. That was the second time he had been called a prince. Icarus was beginning to like being called such a thing. It made him feel a little special. "Thank you!" the child chirped with a toothy grin. Her next words surprised him, causing him to blush just a little bit. "W-wait, what?! Really?" Icarus' ears went back a little bit. Of course he couldn't sense if it was sarcasm or not. The child probably wouldn't be able to detect sarcasm even if it was as obvious as the nose on his face.


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    "If I get a crown, can I kiss you?" the lanky apprentice chuckled as he padded over, taking a seat near the rest of the group. He flicked an ear, observing the daisies as they quivered int he breeze. He didn't mind flower crowns - in fact, he quite liked them. F*ck gender stereotypes.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify;]he scampered over, eyes wide with wonder. His real mother never made things like flower crows, in fact, he didn't even know flower crowns existed! "can I have one, miss?" he asked, eyes wide


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    And here she'd come because Hazo had told her there was something important going on. Well! Rhy should have known better. Anything Hazo thought was important was likely nothing at all. The double headed snake slithered still forward. The funny thing was that Hobah hadn't corrected his brother's delusions.


    "Flower crowns?" she asked, a note of apprehension behind her derision. "This is what you wanted to show me?"


    "You will owe ussss," Hazo said, "sssso I want sssomething. Make one for me!" the viper demanded. Rhymescheme looked determinedly away from him, trying not to think of her missing son and whether or not he would have wanted a crown of his own. She had always thought they were foolish, but if he wanted one…


    Rhy pushed away Hazo's prompted flower. "No," she said firmly, forcing the hints of tears from her tired eyes. The snakes were not her children. They were murderers. "Ask someone else."
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]She supposed it was nice to see her clanmates happy. Who knew that something as stupid as floral wreaths would bring them joy. Then again, it had brought her happiness as a child too. "Yes," she confirmed to Icarus with a slight nod of her head. "As princess of the flowers, it's only fair I get to share a kiss with a prince," she stated firmly.


    She turned her head to look at Skeletonpaw and Sol, her pretty baby blue eyes staring at them with a curious intensity. "I guess so," she replied towards Skeletonpaw as she then began to carefully weave two more of the crowns. She pushed the finished products towards the two boys and cracked a small, sheepish grin.


    Finally there was Rhymescheme and...her snake friends? Peachmoon didn't really know the story behind that one. She stared at the dragoness with a rather curious glint in her eyes. Somehow Rhy reminded her of herself. How intriguing. "Hello, Rhy. Would you like one of your own?" the girl inquired. Was this what she had been reduced to now that she was battered and bruised? A feeble girl who could only sit and twiddle her paws around? Hopefully not.

    [justify]Wingspan looked at the flower crowns and grinned. She had had many made for her in the past, and she liked them. "May I have one, Peachmoon?" she asked the medic. Perhaps one day she'd ask someone if they could teach her how to do it herself.[/justify]