"We could all be lucky." She replied with a smile.

Inesa reached forward and gently brushed her fingers along the weave of the crown. Small branches of pine began to twist and grow from within the weave. Unlike the pine trees outside, this was a smaller species that was softer than the sometimes harsh winter petals. "There. What do you think? Will he like it?"

The scent was soft and a little sweeter than the pine trees that were most common.