Bud-ding Friendship

After years or even centuries of being disconnected from her adopted home, the tiny fae that was named Cara Cordelia finally found the strength to return to the world of a dear friend she had lost long ago. She knew his world changed rapidly, at a pace that seemed dizzying at first. She didn't even know if she'd recognize the place when she went back.

Yes. When.

At the time she had resigned herself to the Great Cycle, she had always thought to return, but the grief at the time made her strength falter. Now, after many, many seasons, she felt strong enough. It wasn't her world, but she missed it dearly.

Upon a gust of winter wind she channeled her essence through the veil and return to the world she had once called a second home.

Although her bead was buried under the earth over an unknown number of years, the power within still held strong, and a magical root pushed its way through, going upward until it broke through the once-grassy surface, now blanketed with pristine, white snow.

In a field of whiteness, there was a lone, red flower with tiny specs of white dusts of snow powdering its petals. The flower itself emitted a faint power. It was fairly large, about half a foot at its thickest diameter. But the flower was on the ground, it's stem bending as if the flower was too heavy for it to properly hold up as it grew.