[The fear in her body starts to ebb away, replaced with a sudden jolt of surprise and warmth. She's heard this voice before-as an echo in the wind that told her comforting stories about courageous dogs and offered kind words when she needed them most. The voice itself doesn't shock her-it's the ease of which it comes out now. There's no hiding it in the breeze. Its origin is unmistakable and her eyes are transfixed on the dog that's staring at her.
The story begins to push away her initial terror over the trees and for the first time, she raises her head to look up at the pink petals. There's still a lingering sense of unease as she watches them, but knowing they're a part of her family, that they're meant to protect and honor is-
It makes it a bit easier.]
You made something-
[It's hard to shake her worries after the way she died, but the small, pink blossoms are-]
Pretty. That person would be very happy this is their 'tribute.'
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The story begins to push away her initial terror over the trees and for the first time, she raises her head to look up at the pink petals. There's still a lingering sense of unease as she watches them, but knowing they're a part of her family, that they're meant to protect and honor is-
It makes it a bit easier.]
You made something-
[It's hard to shake her worries after the way she died, but the small, pink blossoms are-]
Pretty. That person would be very happy this is their 'tribute.'