“You are sooooo pretty,” Mossie, my favorite earth sprite croons. I lean forward to pet her vine hair, but I miss and hit her in the eye instead. Aside from her eye getting red and teary, she doesn’t seem to really notice. “Stop it. You are pretty. You have flowers growing from your head. I freaking love flowers.” “Me too!” Mossie says, taking another drink. “What’s your favorite flower?” “Pink,” I answer without hesitation. She nods solemnly and passes me the bottle so I can take another swig.
