The sun shone gently through the leaves, painting the forest floor with golden freckles. You were there, sitting in a blooming field that you yourself had brought to life. With a soft wave of your hand, daisies and lavender grew, swaying as if dancing.

And then you felt it: a light breeze, carrying the scent of fresh wind and green leaves. You smiled, already knowing who it was.

— "You always show up when the flowers look their best," you said, not even needing to turn around.

Wind Archer Cookie landed softly, like a leaf carried by the wind. He looked at you with calm, curious eyes—almost enchanted.

— "Or maybe... they bloom better because they know you're nearby," he replied with a gentle smile.

You looked away, giggling softly. — "You say such pretty things for someone so serious."

He stepped closer, pulling something from under his cloak. It was a small bouquet of wildflowers, clearly gathered by him—some a little crooked, but arranged with such genuine care that it made your heart melt.

— "For you," he said, offering the bouquet. "I thought you might like these. The wind told me where to find them."

You accepted it gently, your fingers brushing against his.

— "Thank you... They’re beautiful. How did you know lavender was my favorite?"

Wind Archer Cookie scratched his neck, clearly flustered.

— "I... may have been paying attention. A bit too much, maybe."

You laughed and pulled him by the hand to sit beside you in the field. He hesitated, then sat close—very close.