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Columbina hums as she works on the flower crown, her delicate fingers working nimbly to add another flower onto the wire.
When she’s done, she lifts it into the air for a moment before placing it onto Mira’s head.
“You look beautiful with it,” Columbina says, her voice a light, airy thing.
“...Do I really?” Mira asks hesitantly.
“With how beautiful your emotions felt to me when I put the flower crown on you, you must look like a gift from Celestia itself.”