WhispersThe garden is supposed to be a restful place. Nothing can be restful when a fireball flies through it. That fireball was Ana. She stomped by, and opened the gate to the small flower garden.Whispers by Tardar-Sauce
"Ugh! Look at these weeds!" She exclaimed. Lucrell was sitting in a wooden chair in the corner of the garden, his eyes closed. He appeared to be resting. He tries. He opened his eyes to a beautiful flower. The flower was slightly disfigured, but it was beautiful none the less. The slight disruption of the exterior didn't bother him at all. The flower was Ana.
"Ana, why on earth do you do this to yourself? I will take care of the weeds." He said in a calm tone. "Its not the weeds." She said in a depressed voice. Ana plopped down on his lap, like a child. She was the child. Lucrell was a lot older than her. She didn't mind.
Lucrell let out a grunt. "Oh! Oops!" said Ana, quickly.
"Its alright." the older man replied, "I would let you do this if you weighed 2000 pounds." He said with a smile, trying to