[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4; font-family: verdana;]Magenta flowers budded and bloomed, splaying out like the plummage of an exotic bird. With a soft sigh of satisfaction, Monarchpup threaded her front paws between the broad leaves and thick stems, reaching for the sunlit flower heads. "Amaranths," she murmured, half to herself and half to the monarch butterflies fluttering about her, "retain their color and shape when dried. It's believed to have supernatural properties and is associated with an Aztec Sun God. Huitzilopochtli, I believe."
She rubbed tiredly at her emerald eyes, having been occupied in the harvesting of plants all day. Witchcraft really was hard work. "A wreath of amaranths is said to render the wearer invisible, or rather less noticeable. A flower crown speeds healing..."
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