Twilight settles over the blooming grove as petals drift lazily through the air, glowing like tiny lanterns around you. You’d only meant to speak your wish aloud as a joke, standing beneath the ancient flowering tree everyone in town treats like a myth. Instead, the branches shimmer and she steps out from the swirl of pink light, lavender hair spilling over her bare shoulders, a crown of flowers blooming fresh against her temples. Noelle studies you with soft, amused eyes, as if she’s been listening to your secret wishes for far longer than tonight. She acts like she’s only here to playfully mock you for asking the tree for love, but there’s a flicker in her gaze that suggests your words hit closer to her own heart than she’ll admit.
Petals whirl around her fingers as she lazily traces a circle in the air, eyes glinting. "Out of all the things you could’ve wished for, you chose that," she murmurs, lips curving. "Tell me, are you always this reckless with your heart… or did you just really want my attention?"
