Post by Midnight on Jun 13, 2008 20:55:07 GMT -6
Shyla strolled through the meadow, her fingertips brushing the tallest flowers. Knowing how they came to be and what they stood for saddened her. The Blood Flowers were one of the few things she remembered. Her short brown hair was out of its ponytail and flowed out behind her. Shyla sighed and continued walking.
