She whispers to the flower softly, before it blooms. Inside....lay a small child, about the size of a hand. Nepenthe coos at the small thing and offers it her finger . The tiny small girl takes hold of the finger, nuzzling it ''Hello, little one....'' Her 495th child. Her little Floraglie. Her little baby. Her baby Fairy Oh, and her heart was about to melt. ''Alright, let's get started....What to name you? Oh, how about Anwen? Mhm, Anwen it is, dear. Now to make you a dress....'' She whispered softly- she had to, their little ears were so fragile She picked a few of the flowers around them- a pink tulip and white lily of the valley, before summoning a bit of silk and using magic to weave them into a dress