Serafia mock-gasped. "But you could trip and fall! Or a wolf could attack you! Or, you know, a demon or something." She giggled. Seeing that they were nearing the foxgloves from earlier, Serafia hurried over and knelt down by them again. She said, "See? I'm back. Told you. Oh, you are beautiful, girls." Serafia referred to all flowers as female. "Too bad most people don't like you. Keep on growing, girls. There's a wonderful patch of foxgloves upwind of here. Maybe the bees will introduce you to them." Serafia smiled. She liked flowers. She turned, saw Blathasar, and apologized. "Sorry. Got a little carried away." Serafia stood, brushed off her skirt, and walked back to where she had abandoned Balthasar for flowers.
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