Genna loved the smell of flowers and how they scented her house. She bet Mittens liked it too since she was happy all the time. The meadow was the perfect place to pick flowers since there was a lot of them here. She could spend all day just rolling around and picking flowers. Although her front yard was full of flowers, she couldn't get enough of them. She couldn't help it.

Wess walked over towards Genna's house; and then turned towards the meadow, noting she wasn't there, he was carrying a watering can loosely in his hand. He looks at the sun. "Last day of Summer," he says in a melancholy tone. "Enjoying the flowers?" Wess asks; watering thirsty looking flowers as he went. "Shame how all these flowers will die by tomorrow," he says glumly, picking a Bluebell, his favorite flower, and smelling it's sweet scent.

Genna frowned, She like summer but it wasn't her most favorite season. Spring was and so was winter because of her birthday. Last minute sight seeing was what she was doing. "You seem to have the spirits to come here" Genna said smiling weirdly. She was really lazy today although she had enough stamina to come here. She was often sea sick while traveling here. She hated it.