user: Joke's On You
name: Petal
gender: dfab
nightcap design: we'll talk if it comes to it!! <3
prompt: Small warning beforehand, my answer to the prompt mentions loss, but its not in depth. Just a very small mention!

Love, passion, admiration.
All of which are feelings said to be associated with the beauty of roses.
Love. That's what Petal associates roses with. They're her favorite because of a dream she happened to come across while dream hopping. She remembers it vividly, especially since it happens to be one of her favorite dreams that she has come across as well.
It started out with a child playing in a garden full of rose bushes. She was sitting in the dirt playing with her stuffed animals while surrounded by the beauty. A few minutes into the dream, someone called out to the child. Petal looked to see who it was and noticed that a rather old looking individual was on the porch. She was too old to be her mom, but was the perfect age to be what looked like her grandmother, so that's the assumption she went with while in the dream.
The memory of the child didn't last long, however. Instead, the child began to grow. Petal soon realized, she was going through the child's life as she grew up. She had all types of memories that were being walked through in the dream, such as the one of her playing in the garden full of rose bushes when she was a child. Petal got to witness the girl put herself out in the world by playing sports for school, doing the things she loved, and more importantly, spending time with her grandma.
She followed her dreams up until she was placed in a scene where the girl was a young adult, sitting at the bedside of the grandma. The girl had tears in her eyes as she held her grandmas hand. Petal was confused about what was happening at first, then she understood when the memory passed onto her standing in the rain, at a small site with a stone sticking out of the ground. The girl, now grown, held a rose in her hand as tears streamed down her face.
It was then when Petal understood. Tears welled up into the Ewes eyes as she watched the memory. But then she looked as the young woman she had watched grow began to smile, holding the rose to her chest for a second. It was then she understood. She was mourning the loss of her grandmother and in her hand, she held her favorite flower, in which she actually ended up placing down by the stone in front of her, before whispering what Petal could only assume was an "I love you."
It was that dream that she encountered that made her the meaning that roses had in the world and how special they could be. Which is why, she would pick roses as her favorite flower.
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