Dancing around through what were fields of flowers in Dalgina's mind (though all the same kind that she'd seen as she was unaware they could come in different shapes) she yipped happily. It was so wonderful, and free, the wind caressing at her. Softly the flowers bent down, saluting their goddess. They loved her! They had chosen her, and they loved her! Hearing that she would be the best flower goddess Dalgina giggled, moving to the wolf's side again. She snuggled into him happily, black against black. It looked like he was her father like that.
At the words of being her personal knight Dalgina drew herself up proudly. I hearby call you Sir Flowerhead! It was the perfect name for the guardian of the flower goddess. Proudly she traipsed along the meadow, falling through patches of thick flowers, wandering through piles of them. The whole world was transformed under the pup's eyes, flaring with color and life. It was all possible, thanks to the flower on her head and the magic words making her a goddess.
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