Dreams of another life

It was already midday in the Northwestern estates, the home of the most renowned family of wizards in all of Helianthus. Lavi's friends and his very special someone came over to play in the gardens.

Lavi was watching Calla lie down in the grass, her ghostly white her had been spread above her head. She was holding a golden-framed mirror while Lavi was decorating her hair with red glowing roses. Fake ones that were made of magic.

Speaking of roses, it was almost nine years since Lavi found Calla in her bedroom holding one herself. He knew that this girl was allergic to flowers, yet he couldn't put his finger on why she had a rose on her hand.

Until now, she still hadn't told her friends why she did that either.

"What's on your mind?" Calla's melodic voice pulled him back from his reveries.

Lavi smiled down at her, swinging his palm above her hair to change the roses' colors into blue ones. "I was thinking about the first time I met you."