Meet Flora Seedwhisper, the quiet matriarch of the garden folk. Her gnome hat frames two long braids that tumble neatly down each side of her face, and her apron - brimming with freshly gathered flowers - spills abundance wherever she goes. A seed bag rests across her back, full of promise and pollen-dusted secrets.
Flora doesn’t speak much; she hums in harmony with bees and buries small blessings in the soil. Wherever she’s placed, plants thrive, air sweetens, and a soft hum of life lingers in the room.
A guardian of growth and gentle mischief, she embodies the patient, joyful chaos of spring. Place her near herbs, blooms, or ambitions that need a little extra magic to take root.
Meet Flora Seedwhisper, the quiet matriarch of the garden folk. Her gnome hat frames two long braids that tumble neatly down each side of her face, and her apron - brimming with freshly gathered flowers - spills abundance wherever she goes. A seed bag rests across her back, full of promise and pollen-dusted secrets.
Flora doesn’t speak much; she hums in harmony with bees and buries small blessings in the soil. Wherever she’s placed, plants thrive, air sweetens, and a soft hum of life lingers in the room.
A guardian of growth and gentle mischief, she embodies the patient, joyful chaos of spring. Place her near herbs, blooms, or ambitions that need a little extra magic to take root.
