He bent over, carefully selecting a few flowers and slipping them into the vase he held in his left hand before getting back up and continuing on. He didn't seem to have any particular destination in mind, and he hummed absentmindedly as he walked, the wind gently ruffling his silvery-blue hair.
The boy seemed to be unarmed, and bore no caution or alertness as he searched for new flowers to add to his vase. He appeared to be very carefree and cheerful, and his smile seemed to grow brighter with each bloom he collected.
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