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There. A few purple flowers bloomed in the midst of spring. Such delicate, pretty little things.
Her father used to talk about these little blossoms that would grow in the dense grasses, typically where the deer like to graze and the rabbits would play; they were his favorite.
Her father said that they would go on an adventure one day and hunt for not prey, but these little signs that his own mother was still watching over him to this day.
Her nostrils inhaled - their scent sweet and airy; exhale, so gently they danced back and forth with the breeze.
Asta found his flowers. Not on a journey with him but instead happened to see them in passing in remembrance of him.