Dragoncrest Cliffs Andalusite

"show me," portia said brightly, her tail wagging. it was a command, but it wasn't much of an exercise of her rank as it was her personality. she found no reason why he wouldn't show her what she wanted, and would he deny she would just bug him until he did-- it was all that stubbornness and southern-charm, of course. "what did the yellow ones look like?" she then asked, her head tilting. she bent her head and picked up the hibiscus and geraniums, standing and staring at the boy. she would follow him to the flowers, thrilled that he had something else to offer her mission to decorate the den.