Evergreen
"Okay. Yes, I'm very close to the bloom of peonies."
I hung up shortly and walked into the forest, a light, bitter wind circulating through the woods. I tried to remember the way to the peonies, walking on the path for a bit before turning and walking off it, stepping around the small shrubs growing on the slightly uneven terrain. I finally arrived at the bloom of pink flowers, the color of their petals nearly fluorescent pink even in the dark of the night.
Eric stood beside a tree a few feet away, his map in his hand. "You got here pretty quickly," he said.
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