[Rememberance is a solemn thing for her, as there is much that she's lost, and many painful wounds that were only just beginning to heal, from the loss of her planet. More than once she's gone a bit glassy eyed while working on her craft, lost in her own memories and wondering just what ones are going to be infused into the wreathe when she's done.
Momo's voice cuts through, and she blinks,]
Oh, [She shakes her head. Less as an answer and more just as a way to clear her head.] No, I think I am almost finished with mine. What do you think?
[Her wreath is made up of mostly pink blooms, so much so that it almost drowns out the green leaves below. Even then, it looks nice, with lacy white flowers and small blue flowers to break up the swaths of color.]
ii. forget me nots
Momo's voice cuts through, and she blinks,]
Oh, [She shakes her head. Less as an answer and more just as a way to clear her head.] No, I think I am almost finished with mine. What do you think?
[Her wreath is made up of mostly pink blooms, so much so that it almost drowns out the green leaves below. Even then, it looks nice, with lacy white flowers and small blue flowers to break up the swaths of color.]