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As far as Paninya had been concerned, she hadn't had much preference between seasons. At least -- that was how she'd felt until she'd moved in with Winry. Winter in resembool had totally kicked her ass!! Paninya had rarely thought about it before, but it really made a lot of sense that Rush Valley was in such a hot and dry part of the country. The wetter and colder the days had gotten, the more her body lashed out in protest. Dealing with an onslaught of flare-ups & spoonless days she hadn't accounted for had been a burden on Paninya that she was more than happy to bid farewell as spring rolled in.
Paninya found herself absorbed by a million different little projects and hobbies now that things had started to warm up. Energy and free time came in spades, for the time being. Helping out Winry didn't take nearly as much time as it would've needed to to quell her restless energy. Paninya didn't have a job of her own because automail already paid the bills. Well, there wasn't a lot to do with a vocational education in Resembool, anyway.
Paninya had taken a special liking for trekking out into the countryside, finding small pleasures in the flora and fauna she'd stumble accross. Most of the time she considered herself the more sociable between her and Winry by a long shot, but she definitely wasn't the kind of person who got a lot of energy out of mingling with strangers. Going out on her own gave her plenty of needed time to think and re-center herself.
One mid-spring morning, she'd found herself among a fairly sizable patch of wildflowers. Even though it didn't span across all that much ground, the numerous flowers that made up the bloom varied in color and shape. Shit, you could make a *really* good bouquet out of them.
Suddenly, an idea hit Paninya. The flowers' stems were long and smooth, nothing that would irritate one's skin and very easy to weave together. They were basically perfect for putting a flower crown together, especially for wildflowers. After deciding on which colors that she worked best together, she pulled up a helping of the wildflowers. Using her own head as an approximation, she measured out how big the whole deal should be. Sitting in place, she carefully wove the crown together. Her automail hand wasn't an issue; she'd grown accustomed to working with her hands over time, especially now that she'd gotten pretty into woodworking. Long before Paninya had even considered fallen into the arts side of things, she'd long known how to navigate the quirks of her own prosthesis. She'd had them for nearly half of her life, now.
The main thing that the young woman had found her thoughts rounding back to was mostly just: "Ahh, I hope Winry likes it!", as if the fact that she'd love it wasn't already self-evident.
