The petals begin before Willow fully understands what is happening.
Someone laughs and tosses the first handful into the air, and suddenly others follow as if permission has been granted. Soft fragments of ivory and pale rose lift into the sunlight and drift down in uneven spirals around them. A few catch in Willow's veil and cling briefly before sliding free. One brushes against Zane's shoulder and glides down the dark fabric of his jacket before disappearing against the ground where earlier petals have already gathered in a scattered pattern across the stone.
