Rolling through the tall grass surrounding the Mother Tree, Purplehen427 laughs as their Yellow Rose Flox, Sunshine, nips at their nose. Having chased the flox around in a long game of tag, a stray rock had caused Purplehen427 to take a tumble, resulting in them being showered with worried flox kisses.

“Hahaha, I’m fine Sunshine! Hehe~ stop it. Ack. Ew, please! Oh my gosh stop! Blegh.”

Purplehen427 gently pushes the flox away and quickly wipes their face to rid them of all the flox slobber. With most of their face now being dry, Purplehen427 takes a look at their now soaked sleeve and winces in disgust.

Oohhh. That’s not going to come out you know.

Purplehen427 rolls their eyes at the familiar voice and sits up while shaking grass seeds from their hair.

Sitting beside Sunshine, Ink, the guardian of the Mother Tree, gazes willfully at Purplehen427 and snickers as a few stray drool droplets slide off of their face onto the dirt below.

Purplehen427 sticks their tongue out at the other, and the guardian snorts at the behavior. Sunshine yips at the two in contempt before nudging Ink with their paw in a ‘hurry it up’ like fashion.

Hehehe okay okay, chill!

Lifting an eyebrow at the guardians' suddenly excited mood, Purplehen427 exasperatedly asks what Ink needs from them and Sunshine.

Well...I’ve noticed that you two are one of the smallest families that have gathered here under the Mother Tree. Whereas many of my other helpers have many floxes to fill their hearts, it seems you only have one. Don’t get me wrong, two heads are better than one, but isn’t it lonely just the two of you?

Purplehen427 shares a quick glance with Sunshine who nods their head solemnly.

Of course, I am still super grateful that you decided to care for one of us...but... isn’t having more loved ones to count on better than a few? I know how lonely life can be when you don’t have anyone to depend on in critical times, and I don’t want one of my helpers to ever feel like that!

Purplehen427 tilts their head to the side in question but then gasps out in surprise as Ink pushes forward a plain birth bud with their paw.

Families are meant to grow so that their love can live on forever. I’ve watched the amount of love spiral between you and your flox, and I figured now was a good time to encourage you to share that love with someone else. I really do appreciate your help in supporting us floxes my friend, and I hope the newest addition to your family will encourage you to continue doing so.

Ink ends their speech on a soft note and they share a quick smirk with Sunshine as the two watch Purplehen427 pour their desires and love into the plain birth bud cradled in their hands.

Congratulations Purplehen427, the feelings you pushed into the plain flower bud caused it to bloom! Atlas, it appears the bud went ahead and passed its flower stage and grew up into an adult flox! Born from your desires and wants, a beautiful Pink Lotus Flox has been created. Please continue to love this flox as it is a special partner that holds a piece of you inside it. (Ink and I thank you for using the custom service and are happy to have helped you create the perfect flox!)

A soothing song echoes around the forest as you make your way towards the familiar area surrounding the Mother Tree. The song is a simple tune and you laugh to yourself as it is you who is humming the soft notes.

The smooth melody seems to have caught the attention of a few floxes lingering near the forest’s exit and they bark at you as if in encouragement to keep going. You laugh at their silly antics and stop to pat a few of them on the head before making your way through the grassy fields.

A couple of floxes travel next to you and you begin your hum anew to keep them happy. Their soft fur feels nice against your legs as a chilly breeze sweeps over the land bringing with it the smell of rain. Lucky for you the sun was still out and the clouds had yet to overcast the sky, so you’re sure you could make it back to the four worlds before the storm set in.

A quick glance to the west provides a blurry view of the Full Moon, which looks like it might start waning in the next couple of days or so. Good. That means floxes will be able to start breeding again. It would be nice to add more flox kits to the ever-growing community. Nothing says family bonding like a bunch of kits running around and annoying everyone.

You s*censored* at your childish thoughts and continue your walk towards the Mother Tree. Upon reaching the large roots that protrude from the ground you notice Ink and Aream near the base of the tree.

Ah, dear friend! How nice to see you again! You came at a great time!

Aream’s soft voice drifts through your mind and you hum your acknowledgment to the other’s greeting. The floxes at your side seem to snicker at Aream’s excitement before stalking off to find others to play with.

With the stray floxes out of sight it is then you take notice of the newly clipped eggs that Ink is lazily curled up against.

*Yawn* Why yes I did pluck some new eggs while you were gone. I didn’t need to provide you another show of my grand job now did I.

Ink cheekily glares one eye at you before closing it and snuggling their snout into their paws

But that’s not all the good news we got though right, Ink?

Ink growls softly as Aream happily jumps to his feet and noses through a small pouch tied around his hips. Upon finding what he was looking for, Aream pulls out a wrinkled paper-like leaf and drops it from his mouth at your feet.

My master has sent me a message saying that he has found a new Rare Mother Tree. It seems this one is full of rare birth flowers that are ready to be picked and that a few loners have been seen hanging around the tree.

Your interest is heavily peaked at the mention of loners and you ask Aream if they are looking for new homes.

Master didn’t say anything about them wanting new homes, but I would imagine when some of the eggs are sent over here they’ll probably be delivered by one. Maybe when they stop by you can see if the floxes would like to join us here!

Aream happily wags his tail as he answers your question, the white Ornithogalum flutter with his movement, and you nod your head agreement before sitting down next to the now sleeping Ink.

The eggs in the white flox's grasp shimmer delicately in the sunlight, and you gaze upon them lightly as you think about the rare eggs and loners that could be arriving soon.