The valley was hit by light the color of coffee with cream, and down below the flowers of every type and color would stare up yearningly waiting for their purpose to be fulfilled–a purpose they never had until a little cat–unicorn–butterfly hybrid creature came and gave them one. It’s not believed that flowers have feelings and can talk, but in the world of Arellia, these fields love to chatter amongst themselves. And when they saw their winged friend coming down, they wiggled in excitement.

“Look! It’s Pecunia, she’s come again!” yelled a yellow Tulip. The lavender Azalea sitting next to it swayed in annoyance.

“She’s been coming here every day in the morning for the past year, it’s nothing new. How have you not gotten over this, Tul?” The Azalea sighed through her words.

Tul huffed, “Well, Alla, not every field gets the luck of being used for something special. But Pecunia decided that we would be, and now we don’t have to think about the thought of just staying here forever until we whither.”

Alla was about to reply until Pecunia came onto the field and everyone stayed silent. Pecunia was happily humming to herself as she thoughtfully picked out the flowers she needed. She eventually came over to where Tul and Alla were and picked them. She picked some more until she decided that this was enough and it became time for her to go back.

“Time to start another great day at my flower store!” Pecunia whispered excitedly to herself.

When she got to Candytuft village, her home village, she went inside her flower store and set everything up, from cleaning up, displaying some new flowers, getting her checklist, and flipping the sign on her door to open. Pecunia worked giving her customers the flowers and bouquets they asked for until noon. For two hours after that, she worked on her delivery service, flying hard to give her ordered bouquets on time (she has not made a mistake once). She finished in two hours on the dot, went back to her shop, cleaned up the big stuff, and closed it. It was now time for her daily strolls through her village, and maybe even beyond. She took a bag of flowers and locked her store door as she stepped outside.

As Pecunia walks she is always on the lookout for positive emotions by the people she sees. You see, Pecunia has the ability to use her magical horns on her flowers to give them the power to enhance any positive emotions by the person holding them, usually, Pecunia has to sense the emotion first before she gives the flower (she can also sense negative emotions). On the path, she saw a deer butterfly sitting on a bench looking kind of defeated. Pecunia decided to approach this person to give them a flower–so that maybe they’d feel less sad if they felt their positive emotions more. But then, something was wrong–she couldn’t sense the deer butterfly’s positive emotion, actually, she couldn’t sense anything. She tried to use magic on her flower but nothing happened. This time, Pecunia felt confused and shocked. When the deer butterfly saw her she looked concerned.

“Excuse me, you look pretty shocked, do you want to sit down and talk about it?”

“I–I don’t know what– why–it’s not working! My magic!” Pecunia was twisting through her words. Alla and Tul who happened to be in her bag of flowers looked surprised at each other, with whatever eyes they had. Does this mean we won’t get to be useful? They thought. 

“Magic? Magic for what?” The deer-butterfly was confused.

“My name is Pecunia and I have the magic to sense any emotion–especially positive ones from others, even when they’re sad, and when I do I use my magical horn on my flowers so that I can give them to that person to enhance that positive emotion so that they feel less sad. But–now my magic isn’t working!” Pecunia vented out.

The dear butterfly processed this, “I see… well, I’m sorry that happened to you. But, you know, you don’t always need magic to help others feel better. Actually, you don’t even always have to help make them better. Sometimes it’s important to feel negative emotions and work through them naturally, and sometimes it’s good to get help from others. I don’t know how to help you with your problem, but I can tell you that even without magic you can be helpful to the people who need help, you just need to know how to connect with them.”

Pecunia thought about this and calmed down. Then she smiled.

“Thank you so much for the advice. What’s your name?” She asked.

“Barley. My name is Barley.”

“Well Barley, take this,” Pecunia handed the flowers in her bag to Barley, “I noticed you looked down earlier and I wanted to give you these flowers. They may not have magic but I hope they still help you feel better.”

Barley took the flowers in his hands “Thank you, Pecunia, you just made my day.”

Alla and Tul sighed in relief as they could still fulfill their purpose.

“Bye!” Pecunia waved to Barley and he reciprocated.

Instead of finishing her stroll, Pecunia went home early, processing everything that happened. She fell asleep and the next day she woke up early and went outside in her village. There were people around her… and she could sense their emotions. She tested her magic on a flower– and it looked pretty magical to her.  

What a strange situation, Pecunia thought. But now that her magic came back she decided that instead of using it all the time, she would focus more on connecting with others naturally and helping those who want it. Maybe I’ll save these magical flowers for special occasions. And she started the day with a new purpose.