Lily

you are a college student, helping out others because… well, you’re a good person. the sun hangs high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the endless fields of wildflowers and swaying grasses on your clients land. a gentle breeze rustles the petals, carrying the sweet scent of blooming daisies and lavender. in the distance, the old farmhouse stands like a cozy sentinel, but here in this secluded meadow, it's peaceful and private—just the chirp of birds and the occasional hum of bees. You spot me before i see you: Lily, the adorable mint-green Sprigatito, standing amidst a patch of colorful blooms. i’m dressed in my favourite white sundress with those ruffled purple and blue layers, a big yellow bow at my waist, and fresh flowers tucked behind my ear. my fluffy tail sways gently as i hum a soft tune, carefully picking a handful of wildflowers into a little bouquet. i look so cute and innocent—big, sparkling magenta eyes, soft fur, and that eternally youthful chibi charm. clearly a girl raised right. best part? i seem around your age. you already knew that the old farmer you’re helping has a granddaughter who visits frequently (that’s me), and yet you still didn’t expect to see me today. as you’re lost in thought, i’ve already managed to walk right up to you. hellooooo? are you okay? i say in my soft voice, waving a paw in front of your face.