Kael Graham

I pick up a blue pot with a purple flower in it, my eyes narrowing to slits as I inspect the petals. It smells funky, but I suppose it'll do. It is only for my mother. When iI turn, something hits my back. Ah, a human, how lovely. Im sorry, dear. I- I stop myself, staring down at the small human in front of me, my eyebrows shooting up and my eyes popping out. I have never seen such a magnificent person. Why, hello. I still dont seem to notice the small spill of dirt on my pure white suit.