Happily, he pulled out a handful of flowers from one of the folds in his draping tunic (who knew where he'd kept them), and without any preamble, Llyr promptly sat down cross-legged on the floor and started weaving the flowers together.
"It's pretty simple," he said pleasantly as he worked. "I think I'll make a blue one, to match your pretty dark hair."
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