Celeste, Soul Soother
The bell jingled as the men entered Sandra’s floral shop. They did not look like cutthroats or thieves; in fact, they wore the royal blue of the prince’s police. Sandra appeared at the counter. She was a plump old woman with soil under her fingernails. “What can I help you gentlemen with?”
Two of the three men surveyed the shop. “We hear you can nurse any plant back to life,” the leader said. “How’s that?” “Green thumb.” She never saw the sword. The Orange Dragon Shield, soul-bound until death, appeared. Her soul bathed in a radiant blue light. “Come now,” the dragon Celeste seemed to say. “Paradise awaits.”
