Picking up some flowers, the red headed Roslock goddess smiled, looking down at them.
They seem perfect for mommy She thought, continuing to pick some more but in separate colors.
"You have a fascination for flowers?" A man's voice said near the young girl, and she quickly replied.
"I guess--" She stopped in mid sentence when she turned her head to see the man, and saw his pale silver skin, and only red eyes. "Oh...hi.." She said again, turning to face him.
The man gave a light smile, then turned his gaze toward the flowers.
"I guess I shouldn't praise...this is because of a death, am I right?" He asked in a obvious tone.
The young girl blinked, then tried to look for words as she glanced at the flowers as well.
"It is nothing to hide, it is pretty obvious, however..." The man said calmly, giving the girl another smile, "your mother passed, correct? Such a shame, losing a caring parent is a horrible experience and no child should have to go through it by herself..."
The girl s