A light spring breeze filled the air with the scent of rich pollen as two figures walked along the edge of a forest, an older, larger man being followed by a petite little girl as they carried bundles of wood on their backs and in their hands. It had been a long day for Logan and his daughter (d/n) collecting firewood for their cabin in the hills and he couldn't wait to get home.
"Hey Daddy?" The small girl called out, running up along side her father, "Can we get some flowers for mommy?" Logan looked down at his daughter, an exact copy of his wife (y/n), and gave a heavy sigh before giving her an answer.
"Sure, why not." (d/n)'s (e/c) eyes lit up as her request was granted and grabbed her father's hand.
"Mommy likes the flowers over here," she stated, pointing towards the direction and slightly dragging her dad along. Logan couldn't help but smile at this as the pair reached a small field, littered with bright and colorful flowers of all shapes an