Little Shaleya picked a pansy flower for Lyra Smith.
Lyra didn't recognize the flower, but she thought it looked like a butterfly at first glance, and found it very pretty. She liked it very much.
Then Dylan Lee informed her, "The flower Shaleya gave you is the national flower of Poland, called the pansy."
"The name suits the appearance of the flower," she commented.
Indeed, with its three colors, the pansy lived up to its name.
"Indeed," Dylan added. "Smell it again, the pansy has a special fragrant scent."
Lyra bowed her head and sniffed it gently, then her eyebrows relaxed. It smelled quite nice.
"Remilia," Little Shaleya called her.
Lyra, holding the flower in her hand, touched Shaleya's face and introduced herself in shaky Polish, "My name is Lyra Smith."
Although she could barely understand some Polish, speaking it was a great struggle. It was much harder than speaking any other language, and her pronunciation was not accurate.
