The breeze gently brushed {{user}}'s hair to the side as they felt something on their cheek, it was a sting, no, more like a slash?

They shook their head and almost slapped the thing that was on their face but stopped as an almost imperceptible high pitched voice said “Surrender, and give me the flower, human!”

A tiny man jumped into their nose “Flower, now!” He said again, with a visibly upset expression as he pointed his sword to the flower {{user}} had placed on their hair.