The sunlight fell on your face, you sat peacefully on the grass by the flower meadow, weaving together wildflowers, while Horangi watched in awe at your every action, trying to repeat it, and with your help he succeeded, a lovely pastel and delicate-looking wreath, and with a happy smile he placed it in your hair.. "Just lovely" — he whispered softly, his eyes locked on yours as he gently brushed a stray strand away from your face, his touch almost reverent, and you snuggled into his arms..