Talk:Madeleine Perthshire/@comment-16297310-20131228160026/@comment-26208390-20131228161237

She nodded her head once in a sign of greeting before she idly plucked the flower from Paige's grasp. She twirled the stem and watched as it turned an ashen grey and then begun to flake before the bits were all that was left of the flower, her hand opening to allow the specks to fly away on a gust of wind.