03-30-2021, 08:07 AM
She found a small cluster of blooming dandelions (fight her, she loves them) and sat herself down to start picking them. Ana started to hum softly, examining the flowers for their integrity before plucking good ones up and leaving the ones that still needed time. In the end the bottom of the small basket was hidden by yellow flowers, and she started to look for some more, humming her tune with quiet calm.
— Reggan
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗