Naminé is the baby's breath in Marluxia's garden, white and delicate, young and fragrant. She is like a spray of lace, and her limbs are the tender shoots that emerge from the ground, green and burgeoning in the spring.

Larxene is the narcissus, trite as it may be to say; she grows under the innocuous guise of "daffodil", but her bulbs are poison. She is beautiful and self-aware, tall and sturdy.

Naminé grows too tall for her confines in the earth, roots not anchored deep enough, overstepping her bounds in the way of ungainly youth. Larxene, in her own way, tries to overshadow her, rob her of the sunlight she craves and the water she lacks; Naminé grows weak and brown, but so too does the narcissus--

In time, all of Marluxia's garden is set ablaze; Naminé escapes wilted, but climbing toward the sun.