The flowers of Vitae were much more vibrant than those seen in Somnum. Sulien initially had a mind to be specific when plucking the wild plants from the ground to best imitate the dull reds and whites from her home before ultimately deciding that went against the spirit of her project.
Drying the flowers was easy enough, she had at least some experience doing it herself in much colder climes. Assembling the wreath was another matter, her wings and talons proving quite the obstacle to overcome for the small whimsy she had decided to allow for herself. As stubborn as Sulien was, however, its completion was inevitable (albeit over several days of chipping at it as Techy slept).
As she gently placed the wreath upon Techy's door, she allowed herself as equally delicate a smile before the yawns of her roommate brought her back to the here and now.

"Good morning and happy sunset, little bird. What's got your attention?"
"Ah, nothing of import. Actually, I should apologize. It didn't cross my mind to ask you… the bare nail just caught my eye, and–"

The courier's apology was cut short by Techy's footsteps creaking up the old steps to take a peek at the source of Sulien's newfound shame. She met the unusual wreath –adorned in bright blue, red and yellow flowers– with a look of confusion she couldn't fully hide from her galekind companion.

"A bit early –or late, I suppose– for one of these, don't you think?"
"I… suppose. Yes."
Sulien was unable to keep a sigh from escaping her lips. "It's a tradition from Memento, choice of season notwithstanding."
"From your tree, truly? I'm surprised they'd be so bold as to allow a hint of unnecessary color within their walls."
"We're not without joy, Techy."
Techy lets loose a small laugh, though it fades before Sulien's solemn expression. "Ahem. Sorry."
Sulien shakes her head. "I know how it can sound to someone who wasn't raised in its halls. The work is never-ending and the standards are exacting, but there is naught more rewarding." The chronicler glances down at Techy, who diverts her eyes instead back to the wreath, her toothy sparkbound smile the same as ever.

"Go on, then. Let's hear the tale."
"Hardly a tale. Busy as we are, we aren't afforded much time for pleasantries, but the wreaths of Moonstill are a constant each cycle and a rare opportunity for us chroniclers to express ourselves outside of our work."
"Making up for your identical uniforms and splotched up faces with different flowers and ribbons, then."
Sulien offers a nod. "Just so. The community outside of Memento is small, but it is there. The wreaths are one of very few things we share with them. The nearby outpost always delivers dried flowers they use in their own decorations to us so we may make our own alongside them. I've always appreciated the connection they've provided."
"Ah-ha, and now you've made the selfsame connection with our sleepy little village, then?"

Sulien pondered the question presented through Techy's teasing tone. In truth, the project stemmed from a sudden pang of homesickness and her mind drifting to a tradition that never failed to warm her from inside. There was logic to Techy's deduction, however… something the courier was either unable or unwilling to fully shake.

"That's not a bad theory."
Techy offered a loud yawn as she finally took the time to stretch and meet the start of her day. "And it's not a bad wreath! To assuage your earlier concerns, I think it brightens up the old burrow quite nicely, so no need to fret."
The sparkbound about faces, heading back down the stairs. "You know, out here we frequently flavor our teas with peppermint during Moonstill, are you familiar? I could prepare you some before you head off to bed, if you're keen."

Sulien follows her friend into their home, her steps feeling just ever so lighter.