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So..I got muse..and well..yeah..you get the idea... Nayru's flower 
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Aro had lounged around long enough, he wasn't a wolf to do that often, and now he struck back out of Crimson as the snow today had become slush, apparently the weather just wasn't sticking to being chilly. Ice dripped from the trees building and trees as he walked out of the manor early in the morning just as the sun broke through the horizon. He had his sword sheathed upon his hip, the leather belt worn loosely. He found a small stick and with a pocket knife he acquired in Halifax he began to shape it as he walked through the woodlands. Soon it was down to nothing but a toothpick and he placed it in his mouth. A cocky little grin formed on his muzzle and his blue eyes appeared sky colored in the morning light. The two-legged giant was becoming excited at the thought of seeing Nayru again. He wondered what the cow printed female had been up to lately. Her crimson eyes burned in his mind like fire. He felt almost guilty by his 'love' romp with the inferni coyote and in a way, he almost missed her, but Nayru was there first, so this time he would test where they were. If things were as he thought, then Clover may just be the next one he met up with before he went back home to Crimson.
It was a long walk to Dahlia de Mai, but he knew she was worth it, hell the female came all the way to crimson to drop of a book, so it was about time he had come to Dahlia to pay her another visit. He had already finished the first book she provided, and already he had a better understanding of the stars. It was amazing to think the sun itself was a star. But not just any star, there were many different types of stars. Hell, surely she wouldn't be interested in knowing the details he'd learned from the book, however, there was more to learn about the stars and the universe. He licked his lips as he came to the border, he wished he had something to bring her, something to give her, it was then his eyes looked around. He saw it, a beautiful red rose hanging down, nearly crystallized by the ice, however, was now with dew drops from the slightly warmer weather. He walked over and plucked it intricately from the branch then returned to the borderline then let out a deep long howl for Nayru. He missed her, and it wasn't till now he realized how much he missed the beautiful red eyed angel.