and you can see daisies in his footsteps, dandelions, butterflies
Mum was busy at the shop, she'd been downstairs all morning with customers and in her back room, threading needles and connecting intricate designs the way she did so well. Wesley had always admired her work, all the bright colors and unique shapes. But there wasn't much he could do, and sitting around and watching was boring. Nathaniel was gone too, probably play fighting with his dragoon friends.
Wesley refused to be bored and alone on a sunny day, so out he went in search of something exciting and new. The boy ended up in the Celestine, wandering along the endless starlit walkways, completely wonder struck by the cosmic canopy no matter how many times he explored it. A particularly bright pink flower caught his eye, almost tropical in nature, and the boy scurried towards it to breathe in the aroma. Smell everything, touch everything, experience everything.
Wesley refused to be bored and alone on a sunny day, so out he went in search of something exciting and new. The boy ended up in the Celestine, wandering along the endless starlit walkways, completely wonder struck by the cosmic canopy no matter how many times he explored it. A particularly bright pink flower caught his eye, almost tropical in nature, and the boy scurried towards it to breathe in the aroma. Smell everything, touch everything, experience everything.
WESLEY
