Ashley hummed, not really agreeing nor disagreeing, and set the note aside. She peeled the box open and peeked inside where a white silver-potted flower was waiting to bloom. Reading yet another note, the name of the flower was given. It was called a Lunar Ice Rose, a magical flower that bloomed every night under the moonlight. It only grew on a small secluded island off the cost of Hawaii, and its petals were a rare ingredient for a potion that allowed the drinker to survive the wrath of a dragon’s fire. To the note’s insistence, Ashley placed the flower on the nearest windowsill beside her bed. She watched in rapt fascination as the plant altered itself right in front of her.