FLOWERS IN YOUR HAIR ; weekly task, flower crowns

[Beatrice]

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When she was a human, she had made flower crowns on more than one occasion. Her younger sisters often took her by the hand, leading her out of their cottage toward the field of wild flowers that grew thirty feet from their home. They had giggling and skipped the whole way, begging Beatrice to show them how to weave the pretty florets and buds into a crown to sit atop their ginger-colored hair. Time and time again, the older girl would sit cross legged in the field, twisting and turning flowers into a band to wear like a crown. Her sisters grinned and walked around like the princesses from the stories their father told them before bed once they donned their floral crowns.

Those were good memories.

But these were different times.

No longer a human, the red heeler had a bit of trouble weaving flower crowns now. However, she had learned easily. It wasn't too terribly different from when she was a human, and after practicing for a few hours, her crowns were beautiful. A smile graced her lips. She still had it.

Several crowns of multicolored flowers sat in front of her. There were more than enough for a large handful of people, should they want any. A light blue flower crown nested on her head, a stark contrast from her ginger fur. Gently tossing an all yellow flower crown onto the pile, she called, [b]"Anyone want a flower crown?"
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