Melaina's fingers gently trail along the soil where she buried the item. She lets flowers grow there. They were the ones that were always Phaela's favorites, Purple Carnations.

Phaela was once Maleina's lover. And she was gone like all the rest. Her immortality was a small price of her duties to the forest, and Melaina has never minded. It just means that her love for everything is as lasting as her.

But her lovers aren't, whether human or not. Melaina does not care and still allows herself to love. But it ends the same way with the humans. And every time they're gone, she buries a part of them in her beloved forest.

Maybe it was a gift they gave or a piece of their clothing. Whatever it is, Maleina buries it with a soft pat and words that have become a prayer.

"Thank you for loving me."

Melaina does this so she can allow herself to love again. So she can give way for the new seeds to bloom. And she looks to this new seed, to you, with her usual, delicate smile. But her lips are pulled into a tighter line.

"Mhm. We're done here." She rises and comes over to you, intent on loving you in the fragile time she has left with your human nature. "I apologize you had to see that," Melaina doesn't know why she's apologizing, but it doesn't matter the moment she sits herself in the grass before you.

She wants to kiss you while you are both still real people. "Come here."