Flower child [o; flower crowns]

[Suiteheart]

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Storm clouds over everyone's heads, huh? Well, if that wasn't the fucking truth, Suiteheart wasn't sure what was. The storm brewing over the Ascendants had been in motion for a few weeks now, and it wasn't just because of Bastille's powers. There was had been many issues cropping up in each and every single one of their lives that it was hard not to lose hope. As the days progressed, the fact remained. Even as the nights grew shorter because of the encroaching summer season, the darkness stood tall. And then, there had been Starrynight's death.

That event had shook her to her very core. She could still see their former leader crashing to the ground like a star falling from its place in the sky. And though there had been a few events that distracted her from his death and allowed her to feel happy, that was always in her mind. However, this was worse for Bastille. The boy was taking Starry's death harder than anyone's and rightfully so. Her heart went out to the boy. She, much like Hazel, had spent countless hours checking up on him from near and afar.

"These are pretty flowers," Suiteheart noted, agreeing with Hazel and coming to a halt on Bastille's other side. "I'll take one too. I already know how to make flowers crowns, but I wouldn't mind a refresher course." She offered Rosegarden her signature lopsided grin before doing to same to Hazel and Bastille.
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