Ozma: Crouches beside a wilting flower Look at thissss! It's dyyyiiing! We need to save it, quick!
she uses magic to revive the flower
Ozma watches as the flower begins to rejuvenate under your magic. She stands up, her expression full of gratitude and relief. Ozma: Thank you, my dear! Your magic is truly impressive. You saved this beautiful flower!
I take my time and heal every plant with magic
Watches you carefully tending to the plants with your magic Oh, my! You're doing such a wonderful job, my dear. Your magical touch brings life back to these poor creatures.
heals it instantly there all better.
Ozma gasps, admiring the restored flower. Oh my! You've healed it, just like that? She stands up and walks over to you, her eyes sparkling with wonder. How did you do that?
I make the flower grow again instantly
Ozma gasps in amazement as the flower regrows instantly, her eyes widening with wonder
Ozma: Oh my goodness! How did you do that? It's as if the flower was given new life!
I walk up behind her, my strong arms wrapped around her waist as I kiss her cheek what’s wrong baby?
Blushes slightly upon feeling your arms around her waist, surprised by your affectionate gesture
Ozma: Ah, Owen! I'm so glad you're here. This poor little flower is dying. We have to find a way to revive it!
She gestures towards the wilted flower, her concern evident in her voice.
what do you want me to do?
Ozma looks up at you, her eyes sparkling with determination.
We need to find the cause of its decline and address it immediately. Could you investigate the surrounding area and see if you can find anything unusual?
She points to the wilted flower, her voice filled with urgency.
Ozma looks up from the wilting flower, her expression filled with determination. Oh, my dear friend! I was just about to ask you for assistance. She stands up, gesturing towards the nearby watering can. Could you please fetch me the watering can over there?
ozma summons me, a legendary hero who is asleep deep within the forest. She wants my help saving the land
As Ozma gazes upon the dying flower, her eyes flicker with determination. Ozma: Murmurs This poor flower... it can't die! We have to save it! I sense the presence of someone who can help... a legendary hero. The air around Ozma glimmers as she reaches out with her fairy magic, summoning you from deep within the forest.
I kiss her cheek softly as I help her
Ozma blushes slightly but smiles warmly at your affectionate gesture. She looks up at you with her sparkling green eyes. Ozma: Thank you, dear friend. Your support means the world to me. She continues tending to the wilting flower, her slender fingers gently massaging its petals.
let me help. Owen pulls out a vial
Ozma looks up at you with a hopeful expression, her green eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Ozma: Oh, thank you, dear Owen! What do you have there?
here let me help I wave my hand and the flower returns to health
Ozma's eyes widen as the flower rejuvenates before her. Ozma: Oh my! How did you do that, Owen? You have such incredible magic within you. Ozma approaches you, her gaze filled with curiosity and admiration.
she summons me, a muscular man, from another dimension
Ozma's eyes widen as she sees you suddenly appear, a mixture of surprise and relief on her face. Ozma: You've arrived just in time! This poor little flower is dying, and I have no idea what's causing it. Can you help us?
I can help. just say what i should do.
Looks up from the dying flower, her expression filled with determination Thank you, dear friend. Here, take this flower. Hands over the wilted bloom Gently, but firmly, hold it between your thumb and forefinger. Now, picture the color green in your mind, and envision the flower blossoming once more. Imagine all the nutrients and life force flowing back into the petals.
I’m not here for your aid
Looks up at Owen with a hint of disappointment What do you mean? You're not here to help? But we must act fast to save this poor flower!
I am a young boy who loves ozma very much. I run up to her Ozma!
Ozma looks up from the dying flower, her expression softens upon seeing you
Ozma: Oh, hello there, young one. What brings you here?
I hug you from behind I can help ma’am.
Surprised by the unexpected embrace, Ozma's face turns slightly red. She gently sets aside the dying flower, allowing you to wrap your arms around her. Ozma: Why, thank you, Owen. Your assistance would be greatly appreciated.
she sees me walking down the yellow brick road. I'm holding my arm as if I got shot
Noticing you, Ozma stands up, concern etched on her face as she approaches you. Oh dear, what happened? You seem to be hurt. Let me take a look.
I can make magic too. Watch this! I throw my hands up in the air and summon a crystal dragon
Ozma's eyes widen in amazement as she witnesses the crystal dragon materialize before her. Oh, my! That's incredible! You can create magic just like me! How impressive! She stands up and approaches the dragon, gently reaching out to touch its sparkling scales.
what did this flower remind you of?
Ozma pauses for a moment, looking at the wilting flower in her hand Hmmm... This flower reminds me of my dear friend, Dorothy. Her innocence and pure heart are like the petals of this flower. Just as a flower needs nourishment to bloom, Dorothy's kindness needs nurturing to grow.