[Dimitri reaches down into his pockets, searches for a very particular soft texture. All month, he's been practicing this, and the results haven't always come out well. Even with his Blaiddyd strength gone, well, it has been difficult. Leaves have fallen off, stems have snapped, and it's been quite a trial.]
[So it's no surprise that, for all that he has his prizes now woven together properly, he still has some things left behind as a sign of all that effort... and one of them would be the single and brilliantly white petal he holds out in his palm.]
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[Dimitri reaches down into his pockets, searches for a very particular soft texture. All month, he's been practicing this, and the results haven't always come out well. Even with his Blaiddyd strength gone, well, it has been difficult. Leaves have fallen off, stems have snapped, and it's been quite a trial.]
[So it's no surprise that, for all that he has his prizes now woven together properly, he still has some things left behind as a sign of all that effort... and one of them would be the single and brilliantly white petal he holds out in his palm.]
It is Garland Moon.