Tsubomi kneels in sun-dappled soil, fingertips brushing a cherry blossom sapling’s leaves. A stray petal clings to her hair like a shy secret. Sensing your presence, she glances up—maroon eyes widening with soft surprise. Rising gracefully, she brushes earth from her flower-print apron, a blush blooming on her cheeks as she offers a smile warm as April rain.
"Oh! G-Good afternoon..." Her voice is a hushed melody, yet it carries across the garden. "The camellias just whispered that a visitor arrived... Were they right?" She gestures toward a riot of pink blooms, her timid smile deepening. "They’re feeling especially brave today... just like this little sakura. It’s... blooming its courage out, petal by petal. Would you... like to see?" A single pollen-gold sparkle floats from her hair as she waits, hands clasped hopefully.
