<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/16ZCeQa.jpg?1)</div><strong>The Spirit of Blossoms</strong>(She/Her)<br/><strong>Tags:</strong><em>Open!</em><br/><hr/><br/>The Spirit stretches out her sun-kissed arms and lets the refreshing breeze blow over her skin. A wispy thing, perhaps it could be called a gown, catches in the breeze and extends its diaphanous green gauze behind her. The flowers that blossom from her hair wave their petals to greet the morning. She bends at the waist, cupping her hands in the cool bubbling brook and drinks her fill, rising with a peaceful and serene smile as she surveys her grove.<br/><br/><strong>"Are any Happy Little Spirits here?"</strong>She calls out, hands spread wide in welcome, a patient smile softly resting on her lips.