The stem bent and snapped. Yeul brought the bright flower to her face, analyzing the delicate petals. It was decidedly lovely, much like the other blooms collected before it. Tucking the daisy in her left hand, it offered company to four others held by pale fingers. Bright green eyes turned downward, looking about the vast flower field before focusing closer to her feet. There were many to choose from, but she was searching for the more perfect specimens for her fellow children. Granted, few of them would like the gifts, but it was a means to satisfy herself - to feel accomplished while she waited for a man who would never find her.