[After her less-than-pleasant introduction to the forest, the bright, picturesque Blossomgale is a welcome reprieve indeed. Wren is strolling casually through the flora, twirling a chrysanthemum of her own in one hand, when she sees Noctis with the kittehfly. She giggles, softly and warmly.]
Made a friend, have we?
[This is said with perhaps more fondness than is warranted when addressing a stranger (albeit one she recognizes secondhand), but you can thank the flower for that.]
Blossomgale
Made a friend, have we?
[This is said with perhaps more fondness than is warranted when addressing a stranger (albeit one she recognizes secondhand), but you can thank the flower for that.]