Callaherdyrn was slowly walking through the rows and rows of flowers. There was not much space here in this forsaken building he had renovated only scarcely. All the white ixi needed was a space where to grow flowers. The lilies still needed some time before they would bloom and so Ahery focused on crysanthemum who stood in full flower, their white petals reflecting some of the moon light coming through the shattered roof. While cutting the chosen plants down with an obsidian sickle, the ixi softly hummed to himself. "Es ist ein Schnitter, der heißt Tod, hat Gewalt vom höchsten Gott", the words bounced around the room filling the eerie silence. "Heut wetzt er das Messer, es schneid' schon viel besser bald wird er drein schneiden, wir müssen's nur leiden." Every flower was carefully placed into a oval shaped basket to not crush any of the flowers. " Hüt dich schön's Blümelein.." Another flower fell and then another until Callaherdyrn judged he would have enough and then some. He went