Where the Wildflowers Grow

The tiny girl had spied her bigger brother Kolt disappearing out of the castle so she had followed after him curiously. Her tiny white paws followed in his own steps that disturbed the dew upon the grasses. He led her unwittingly to the god’s gardens where everything was lush and green and beautiful. She was stunned for a moment at the gorgeous scenery as Kolt made his way to his destination.

Spriggan raced forward, her tail swishing happily as her own foliage swayed on her back. "Kolt!” She called out to him as she did her best to catch up to him, not oblivious to the flourishing plants that he was headed towards. "Oh! Is that yarrow?” She asked him curiously as she made it to his side.


"Spriggan Carpathius"