Redhawk Caldera forgive me if I wander off

You're perfect! Andalusia might have been hoping for an adult to come strolling by, but that doesn't mean I was haha! And LOL I love Lagan <33 So precious.

A blooming shoot caught Andalusia's attention, and her eyes lit with a distant recognition. In a few short strides she stood over the plant and wove a circular path around the tender growth, head low. She studied what she could see of it, before she nosed the ground around the roots in an effort to separate the tangle of scents from the soil and the forest growth.

An herb used for bruises and sprains - yet for the life of her, she couldn't remember the name. She bit her lip, and gave the plant a hard stare (as if she could intimidate the plant into telling), thoughts focused on the frustration at hand. Yet even as she strained her memory, her ears did not run idle. A shift came over the hum of the forest, and the birdsong dimmed to a different sound. Head still bent to the ground, she turned a tall ear to catch whatever disturbance approached. The noise grew louder, from a muffled ebb to a clear song. And, with the clarity of the chorus sharp in her ears, her face twisted from confusion to a disbelieving grin.

The intrigue of the plant dimmed in light of the boy who approached, and Andalusia raised her head to face him. She hovered in a half turn, and swung her tail in a low wave hello. "That lady goes by Andalusia," she said, and her grin continued to dance across her face. Lagan. Cheery boy. Hopefully she would remember his name better than she remembered the name of plants. "Didn't know the Caldera had a bard in training," she teased.