Feathers in her hair & Blossoms at her feet, smiles on her face whenever we do meet.
Blood on my skin & Fire in my eyes, Still smiles on her face much to my suprise.
Leaning in she whispers
" These feathers from a friend long passed, and these blossoms took patience to grow."
once more she reachs for my hand and says
"you're not the only one who's spent time in battle, & I just thought that you should know."