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Tyrrha, or Tyrr, as he preferred to be called, had heard whispers of a group of Flower Oracles and decided to go find out more from them, curiosity filling him. Life was filled with joys and wonders, and surely this was another one to explore. He travelled away from the lands of his mother and his grandmother, ready to seek out this fortune teller. When he finally arrived, he was in good spirits, and filled with delight and excitement. He approached the group of flower maidens (as his slightly whimsical brain had decided they surely were.) and glanced at them with fascination. "Fair Oracles, I come to seek my fortune. Tell me, what would your flowers say of me?"

He received a smile and the information on how to find his fortune. He considered his options, before selecting to toss 5 of their wooden dice, watching in fascination at the clattering and thumping of their rolling. When they landed, he studied each symbol with interest, before moving amongst the selections of flowers to find the flower he was being guided to. A violet came first, and he smiled at the lovely purple flower, chuckling at the thought in his head that they were a good color for him. Next came jasmine, and he gave a happy sigh as he selected a long vine of it, graced with many blooms. He had always loved the smell of jasmine, especially night blooming jasmine, and it felt like a good sign in his mind that it was one the fates called for his bouquet.

A peony was his third flower and he picked it up with care, curiously. He was not particularly familiar with peonies but he rather thought it a lovely one once he picked it up. The fourth, a poppy, somehow felt out of place with the other three to him. He was not sure why, but it just felt oddly discordant, though not so much so that he was bothered by it. More confused as to how it would go in this bouquet. Finally, a sprig of forget-me-not and when it joined the rest, he found that it seemed to bring it back together in his mind. Two delicate grouped flowers, two single smaller blooms and one larger, more extravagant flower coming together into a lovely whole. He presented it to the Oracles, who moved together to look over the bouquet with interest.

After a moment, they conferred softly together, whispering of the meanings and the portents. He could not make out more than the occasional word or short phrase as they discussed his potential fate, phrases like 'Sensuous love?' or 'restful memories' for example. Finally, though, the quiet conference came to an end and they nodded to each other, before Rose stepped forwards to speak.

"A modest soul, filled with gentle humility, such as yours is one to cherish, and be cherished. You have a charm and grace to you that will bring others close, and for those who are the right ones, who earn the right, a sensuousness that will be remembered for all their lives."

She stepped back, and Daisy Sunflower came up next. "With care for those around you, you will enrich yourself and those you love with good fortune, and a happy prosperity will fill your lives, but you must remember to rest so that you do not leave exhausted."

Larkspur was next, and she whispered just loudly enough to be heard "Seek love, for it will bring you the memories you wish. True love will come in time, but do not be afraid to accept other loves. They are a consolation to the seeking heart, and do not need be forgotten."

Hydrangea simply finished with "We hope our words bring you insight into whatever it is you seek in life. May the bouquet bring you happiness." With that, the mares stepped back, leaving Tyrr to his own thoughts again. He gathered up his bouquet, thanking them profusely as he left. He was fascinated, still, by all of that. How true could it be? After all it was randomly selected flowers! But magic, he knew, was real... His mother, and himself, were both products of the magic of spirits after all! So surely fortune telling could be real too?

He rather hoped it was, because he liked what he had heard. The idea of being able to help those he cared for, of finding a true love, and of being surrounded by those who cared for him was certainly one he adored. He wanted only the best in the world for everyone he knew, and he did hope to find a love like his mother... And to avoid the pain of his poor, sweet Grandmother. She did not speak of it, not to him, but he had heard her story nonetheless and wished she would find her own love in time. When he arrived home, he carefully placed his bouquet between two large, flat pieces of wood in the hopes of pressing it, preserving it... To keep the luck of his good fortune with him for all of his days.

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