Such a beautiful spring garden. I really had to admire the impressive work that went into it. Everyone would grow their favorite flowers: daffodils for Peach, irises for Corrin, tulips for Yoshi, primroses for Palutena and, quite contrary to her name, Daisy much preferred azaleas.
But what I had only recently learned, because Robin gave gardening lessons to the younger smashers, was that there was more to flowers than just their pleasant fragrance. It seemed there was a language to them. Giving someone the right flower meant conveying true feelings of the heart, more than mere words ever could. Perhaps that's what I liked most.
So then…what flower would be best for her? Seldom would she come out to the garden, I noticed, so perhaps she didn't think much of flowers… She could only be convinced by little Pikachu, who enjoyed basking amongst the flowerbeds.
Today was one such day, for there upon the bench I spotted her. She seemed so pensive, however, as she gazed at the forget-me-nots.
I then recalled what she once confided in me.
"Somehow, they remind me of my old home, before the raid…"
That the stoic bounty hunter could open her heart to me—to anyone, for that matter—must not have been easy.
…She noticed it at last, I could see as I walked away, the single zinnia I had placed by her side. And how she smiled.
Home is never truly gone.
I think, but I'm not too sure, my heart said all it had to say.
