«What is your favourite flower?»
Of all the things Melowen was ever asked about...
Weapon, countless times.
Armour, fighting style, saddle, beverage, food.
She felt a woman all of a sudden, after so many years of being a warrior. And only a warrior. She never thought of such a thing like a favourite flower, but, surprised by herself, Melowen realized she already knew the answer. It was already there, in her mind.
«The poppy»
She smiled, faintly.
