"Wow. The dress fits on you very well. I'm glad when i know that you wearing that clothe," she said with a cheerful face. The girl nodded her head when she saw her little sister so elegant in the Batik dress she had worn when she was at the same age as her sister.
"Okay, I think, we can start it now. But, before that, I have to arrange some of flowers for myself. Would you like to wait for your Sister here?" asked Freislor with a smile.
The girl nodded. Without thinking much, Freislor went to a garden in her yard. She took some white and purple Vrelopi flowers. Symbol of the death of the ancestors.
"Arebsoliek," she said softly. The girl smiled. Both of her hands arrayed it with majestic magic. The alter light and the grass surrounding it stirred immediately. The gentle wind also helps Freislor in arranging flowers. Several tree roots standing nearby instantly formed themselves into several arms.
