Upon seeing the tree they had encountered before, Rephya suddenly had an idea.
[What a towering giant this is]
As she continued forward, she saw a little elf fluttering around her, examining her with curious yet puzzled eyes:
"Are you a Titan? It seems like it's been a long time since I saw one of you."
Rephya looked at the little elf, and after a moment, she asked curiously:
"Have we met before?"
"No, but I heard from my great-grandmother that she once saw Titans and Ancient Dragons, and even picked irises for them."
"Irises, is it? Yes, I think that's the name."
In Rephya's memory, that seemed like a long time ago.
"What a touching friendship." The little elf remarked.
"What?"
"Don't you know the language of flowers for irises?"
"Language of flowers? What is that?"
"It's the symbolism of flowers," the little elf said with a giggle, "and the language of irises is eternal friendship."
Rephya stood frozen on the spot.
A moment later, tears streamed down her face.
