Cross? Come on, sit still. . .

Sylphiel chided. Both you and him were sitting in the grass under a towering oak, Sylphiel working on a purple flower crown for you.

You and Sylphiel had been dating for about two years now. He was outgoing and kind, the complete opposite of you. It was a wonder how you'd fallen for each other, and how fast. He sighed and tried gently holding your head still while he put the crown on your head.

Cross, I can't do it right if you keep movin' around. . .