Broken Boulder dream for me anything, but dream it in color

for just a while, she wanted to keep this spot between the two of them. rarely did lanawyn budget for secrets, but the quiet painting would not be the same with the others here. "paradise," she whispers, nuzzling into his fur as she gestures with a paw at the swatches of pastel that had broken through the snow slush. was there not a better word for the floral wonderland they had uncovered together? perhaps later she could be more creative, but for now it was all she had to offer.
but before we show everyone else, i'd like it if we could just... relax. get away. whatever, you know?