<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;">Bluma</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"> the Wilted Rose</span><br/><br/>[color=#FF80FF]Bluma's glow vanished like a switch, they were alone in the world with only each other it was touching and tragic. "I'm sorry for your loss" she said gently her eyes peeking up at him. "I don't know what else to say I'm sorry I have never known or seen death" she said breathing in gently. The smell of the dough baking caught in her lungs filling it gently. "As for my art I would love to show it to you" she said with a weak smile she had a new appreciation for the man before her as she took in the world that was his. "And yes I do sorta glow when it comes to my art it gives me a sight into a world that I don't always understand" she said shifting her weight ever so gently. "Well brothers are supposed to be different as far as I know so I guess that is normal" she said placing her hands on the counter tracing over her on the counter.