"What do you mean, Saintess?" She asked, looking at the wreath mostly filled with deep red and orange leaves.
Ray looked at her with a frown but didn't say anything.
"Well for one, this colour, red, is usually used when you are depressing deep and intense emotions. Lighter red doesn't convey that. And, given that the person took the time to pick out all the red and orange colours to make into a wreath, you can tell that they have something that they want to convey."
"How do you know that they pick out the leaves?"
"Look." Lillian pointed forward and showed the two little girls that came to her. "Their stall is just filled with leaves of different sizes and colours. No finished wreaths are hanging there."
"You have an incredible eyesight."
"Pardon?" Lillian asked, looking up from her binoculars that came out of nowhere, making Ray chuckled just a bit. One second they are there and the other second, they are gone.
