A flower starts with a bulb burried under the earth. With a little water and some sun, it spouts into a lovely little stem with perhaps a leaf or two. The more water and sun gifted to it, the stronger it grows until eventually it earns its colours and blooms towards the sky, inviting everyone to take a look. With but just a moment of appreciation, the flower is content, and puts its petals down for a rest.

Welcome, little blossom. Take a seat by the fire. The tea is brewing. Tell me about your travels? Have you encountered any creepy crawlers? Or perhaps you witnessed the elegance of a dragon? How regal those stubborn creatures can be.

Ah, where are my manners. Please, tell me, what brings you to my abode this deep into the forest? You should note, and I say this with my deepest regrets, that my commissions are not currently availble. However I am open to the idea of a trade... ah, no, no... no requests.