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Soft grass tickled his nose as he laid, stomach over the hard ground and pink eyes watching the sways of windswept plants. A cooling breeze balanced with radiant sunlight to create the wonder of a magnificent spring day. Soft giggles rose from his chest, smile broad as he observed his surroundings without another individual in sight. Carefully, his index finger pushed up the bridge of his thick rimmed glasses. The man rolled from his stomach position and braced himself for his recent silly, yet, nostalgic antics! [break][break] From a single side, he rolled, tipping over the edge of an incline before FOOSH! Down the hill he rolled, laughter leaving the teen's mouth as he joyously tumbled down the hill. Pieces of grass and dead leaves clung to his clothing as he continued down. Memories of Amsterdam filled his mind, particularly his days spent in the wilderness, alongside his fae brethren being healed and educated. They taught him the values of nature, to control his powers and to discover friendship in the tiniest things. He missed those warm spring afternoons when they ventured out, searching for flowers and various other plants. [break][break] The bottom of the hill was reached with a soft 'oof!' followed by dizzy, soft giggles. Spring became a month of indulgence for Bram Van Dijk. Tickling blades of grass to the pleasant bird song in the trees, he enjoyed it all. Seconds of happy giggling passed as dizziness subsided and the young man sat up. He ventured out here with a purpose, however, he had gotten distracted with memories of childhood hill rolling races. The dark-haired man stretched his arms, blinking a few extra times to assure all dizziness vanished. [break][break] Slowly, he rose to his feet, work-calloused hands dusting the remnants of grass and dirt from his pants and shirt. In his sandals, Bram set out, pink eyes searching the seemingly endless expanse of green hills. He heard somewhere out in Wanderer's Meadow there were flowers. As somebody still relatively new to Newfoundland, he craved the notion of finally exploring portions of the province for their flowers. Each step was carefully timed, the bespectacled man observing the rolling meadow grass in search of the purple flowers regularly associated with Newfoundland; at least, according to a swift google search. [break][break] Whether it was an adorable twinflower or elegant harebell, he wanted to see it; he would even settle for the peculiar purple pitcher plant. Steps were taken, eyes searching carefully as he wandered through the meadow, praying he could find something. He wandered closer to the treeline, praying for something, anything! Obscured by a rolling hill, white interwoven with the green backdrop. A mass of white flowers connected to a single root, young and still low to the ground. A giddy smile stretched onto Bram's face as he crouched down. [break][break] From his pocket, he fetched his phone, fingers smoothly entering the camera app. Several times he hit the white button stationed at the bottom of the screen. With a few clicks, several pictures at varying angles were taken to catalogue the before. Gradually, his hand reached out, a soft white glow radiating from his fingers as deep, calming breaths were taken. In sparkling flakes the magic left his fingertips, clinging to the flower and inspiring life into the precious creature. It grew, several buds stemming out and blossoming. [break][break] The plant, renowned as the Fair Maids of France, grew into a magnificent group of flowers. A smile curved onto Bram's face as he observed the once tiny plant, admiring it. Winter's chill edged off later than usual, thus as a faekin, he placed a crucial duty upon his shoulders. Assist the various flowers to reach their proper stages. With terrors running amuck, a simple flower could inspire serenity on stressed souls. Those thoughts stuck in his mind as Bram walked down his path, eyes searching for another flower.
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