A gift from Blossomdrift to Lichencross, which once belonged to Beachbriar
The gift is a small glass jar filled with dried rose petals. As you unscrew the lid, the sweet pink frangrance touches your nose. The petals are small and crinkled, no longer soft and lush, but still carry something of a summer memory. The gift hopes to remind you of what can be saved and savoured even after time has moved on from it.
A gift from Holyviolet to Blossomdrift, which once belonged to Candlehum
A small clay pot of campanula, with starry purple flowers against the greenery. For a keeper who also blossoms, and who commemorates.
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