Oh, the lavender is gossiping about a tiny beetle who wanted to be a knight, but she says the beetle needed a cloak made of dew drops, so he went on a quest to find the Moon’s mist. He braved the Whispering Wind, crossed the Sea of Petals, and finally met a wise old fern that told him the true power was in staying still like a flower in a storm. He learned that courage is not roaring, but humming softly while the world rushes by. And she thinks that, if we listen, we can hear the rustle of his armor and feel the lavender’s perfume remind us that even the quietest hearts can be heroes.