[He made his way down the steps and felt a sort of calm when he was standing on the grass. He remembered that Beast loved his garden,but most of all, he adored his roses which were the only thing he had left 'in the world' before the merchant father took one as a gift for Beauty.]
[As she went to look around, he wandered, inspecting other blooms before a force of habit inspired him to pick a few. A little blue, a little purple, and some white... most of these flowers, he'd never even seen before! But one such bloom had a fat little bee filling her pollen baskets, and after the smallest brush of a finger against the fuzzy form, she decided it was time to move on to the next cluster.]
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[As she went to look around, he wandered, inspecting other blooms before a force of habit inspired him to pick a few. A little blue, a little purple, and some white... most of these flowers, he'd never even seen before! But one such bloom had a fat little bee filling her pollen baskets, and after the smallest brush of a finger against the fuzzy form, she decided it was time to move on to the next cluster.]
Beast's got a helluva gardener or somethin'...!