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Kiyoko hadn't notice that someone else was on the other side of the tree. She had a small collection of glimmering snnow-white flowers gathered in her hands. She reached out to a flower, rose to be more specific. It was an icy color. She lightly started from the bottom of the stem and worked her way up the flower, feeling the thorns that where sharp. It pricked her.

She pulled away quickly, holding her hand by her chest. "Ow." She squeaked. She looked at it to find a small cut. It wasn't bleeding that much, and it was very small. She put some pressure on her hand and almost instantly, the bleeding stopped. She picked up the flowers she had dropped. She started to count them one by one. Eight. Eight white flowers. Her brown curly hair fell to her shoulders and then infront of her chest.