Elena bent down, her hand moving gently over Lexa's soft head. Lexa's eyes caught the pot of peony flowers sitting high on the wooden table, and she pointed with all the excitement in her small body.
“Mummy, Seraphina would be so happy if we got this pretty flower for her!” Lexa's voice rang.
Elena turned to the old man who stood by the stall.
“Sir, is this flower for sale?” she asked.
“Do you truly know this flower, or are you only buying it to please your young pup? This flower is not easy to keep alive. Its spirit fades quickly if one doesn’t care for it with patience.” The old man responded.
Elena met his gaze with honesty. “The only thing I know is that this flower is a peony. It’s not for the child to play with, but a gift for my family. The elders in our pack love flowers. We c
