[poppy]

// @Ghost of Red

Darcy blinked. 32 moons. So 7 moons younger than she was, therefore a child compared to her. Not that she was old. Because she wasn't. When he looked at the poppy flower she brought, she smiled tightly, scrunching her face up. ''Might as well.'' She murmured. ''Now let's go, mr romance. Hopefully we don't get eaten by any foxes while we're out, that'd be a real shame.'' Standing up, leaving him to carry the flower, she swept out of the clearing, ready to go find him some desperate cat so she got left alone.