Soft humming accompanied Ein as she strolled through town, the wooden wheels of her cart trailing deep tracks as she went. Inside, stacked against the wooden walls were nearly a dozen baskets, most filled with stray leaves, wilted petals and other remnants from today’s crop. Not for the first time that day, Ein felt proud of how popular her arrangements had become. Today especially, the townsfolk seemed exceptionally eager to go home with one of her bouquets, and she partly felt bad for not having prepared more. She wondered briefly if today might have been a holiday, and if that’s why flowers were in such high demand. Humans had so many after all, and it wouldn’t be the first time that Ein forget one. The dates went by so quickly, it seemed, she couldn’t imagine ever keeping track of them all. Regardless, she was simply happy to see them all go to people who’d appreciate them.

Loud, drunken voices had Ein slowing her cart down for a moment as she passed by the local tavern, her sharp ears curiously picking up on the slurred but overpowering conversations that slipped through the doors. A small but entertained smile pricked at the edges of her lips before she began moving again, a brief thought to the damages the drunken fools might cause tonight running through her mind. People here always enjoyed a good, loud night, which partly why she was happier living so far outside of town. 

That, and the view, of course. Her little cottage was about a mile into the forest, tucked between a small hill and a line of thick pine trees. On her own, it usually only took her a few minutes to reach town, but with her cart, the trek usually took longer. Not that she minded. She admired the thickly wooded environment while she moved, feeling a cozy sense of familiarity wash over her as she headed towards her home. The soft sound of her humming was all she really needed to keep her company during the walk, the sound filling the quiet atmosphere with life.