The flowers, they call to me + flower crown making

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Flower crowns, a fascinating project to pass the time. Flowers in their entirety had worked their way into Angel's mind as something always associated with Saturn, despite one perhaps assuming with a such a name something more astrologically oriented might fall more in line. However, between the field and now the gifts, it was inevitable.

"So these are gifts!" Angelembrace mewed, nearly squeaking as excitement entered his little baby voice, pacing around to observe all the flowers that would be made into little crowns. Various colors that it occurred to him Saturn couldn't even see, which made him a little sad.