Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7974155-20151215014645/@comment-24416658-20151215063630

Cumin was moving around quickly, looking at the flowers surrounding her. There were so many colors, so many types. She couldn't help but laugh a little. However, her laugh stopped suddenly, as she kneeled down. Bringing her hands out, she cradled a small dying flower, most of its petals having fallen off already.

"A Vibrant Coronet..." she said, "It's supposed to symbolize victory..." She gently put down the flower again, watching it sink slowly until it rested on the dirt.

"How often is this place maintained?" she asked, standing, "There's so many different flowers here...but so many seem to be wilting..."