@Fleurette - feel free to put this in whatever order your heart desires.
Haizel happily obliged to miss Fleurette's request for pretty flowers and had carefully woven a few choice blooms from his own pelt onto hers, just below her ear. There we go!
he'd wuffed with pride, leading her to a small puddle so she could take a look at her reflection. After all, the man was a gardener of royalty, not that he much knew about that at the time, nor thought to tell her about where he lived or what he did. He still couldn't get over the small-she wolf and how pretty Miss Fleurette looked with them. Pinks, light purples - his tail had wagged happily at his work, but now he didn't have the petals to go and cultivate in his chamber back in Akashingo! Hey! You wanna go flower-picking?!
he'd asked her with a smile, and trotted a little ways away in search of additional flora.
A girl could get used to this, she thought as Haizel placed a cute, little arrangement into her pelt. She gazed into the little pool, admiring the blooms. It was a mystery to the little thing if she ever had anyone else give her flowers before. Her ears drooped just slightly at the thought. Would she ever remember her past?
Deciding to leave that for the future, Fleur straightened herself and smiled brightly, nodding her head at his suggestion of finding more flowers. "Love to! Although, I'm not much use when it comes to these parts, I'm afraid. What are you looking for, anything specific?"
The giant bowed down and splayed either leg around a flower as he saw it, nudging it with his nose as if it were gold, despite being but a pale yellow. This would look so good in Queen Toula's fur- he thought, but looked back up to Fluerette as she asked her question.
No, not anything specific. I'm trying to find as many flowers as I can to take back home! It's really dull there without flowers this time of year. I try, though.
he plucked the flower with a tiny snap, and carefully buried it into his shoulder fur. But flowers look pretty on everyone, don't ya think?
He'd considered putting a flower in Senmut's fur, but he didn't think the priest would appreciate it as much as just giving him the flowers. Speaking of, didn't he have some sort of task to do when he got back?
Probably, but he'd more than likely think about that on the way home. Which was... somewhere. South? Hm.
By now, he supposed Akashingo was used to him wandering off. Maybe Fleur could come back with him and be his friend there! Or not. But he'd still put flowers in her fur when he got the chance. She seemed to like it.
Fleurette giggled, nodding her head enthusiastically. "They sure do!" She looked around, eyeing a trail that led upwards along the Keep. An idea bloomed; maybe she and Haizel could look for flowers on the Keep? Surely not many would want to travel up to where the gyrfalcons roost, it would be safe to assume that any flowers that grew on the keep were safe from being trampled or eaten by the local fauna!
"Hey! I have a crazy idea!" The little she-wolf padded off to the base of the Keep where the trail began its climb. She watched as the falcons glided lazily above their home, riding the air currents, most likely looking for their next meals. The weather had become much colder, the air smelling cold and crisp. It would be no surprise to Fleur if the snow began falling soon. They better hurry.
"Let's go up here! We could find some flowers along the way, and I think it's about to snow soon! Even if we don't find any flowers, I think it would still be wonderful to watch the snow fall. Well--I guess that also depends on the falcons up there."
for being my favorite boy, I have no muse :c
Haizel wagged his tail and barked excitedly.
Yeah!
the bark came out as more of a giggle, all smiles as the giant followed his little, newfound friend.
His golden gaze glitted to the path ahead - it was littered in flowerbeds and where flowers grew in better weather, which excited him greatly.
I've never seen a falcon up close, but do you think they would like... flowers?
he half-joked.
Anyway, where... do you come from?
An innocent question. After all, he had not spilled the fact he smelt of the red sand, and the temple, and of Akashingo.
My muse waxes and wanes, too! I feel you!
She wiggled in excitement at his agreeable answer to travel upwards. A giggle left her lips as he asked her about the falcons.
“I wouldn’t know! I’ve never seen them up close, either…well. Actually. I can’t remember if I’ve ever seen them before.” She racked her brain as hard as she could, but it was to no avail. Her memory escaped her once again, taken by the swirling sea.
She sighed, frustrated with herself. Sunset eyes shifted over to the male, a half-hearted smile in answer to his question of her origin.
“Well, your guess is as good as mine, Mister Haizel. I awoke on the shores of the Coast, drenched in seawater, with no memory of before. I have no idea where I come from; for all I know, I’m a local, but I have not a clue!” If she had hands, they would be thrown up in exasperation.
“How about you, sir? You don’t smell like the area here. I can’t quite give word to what it’s like…”
I... get that. I can't quite remember where I came from, either. Just kinda... wandered here and... I've been here since!
he chuckled. Well, not here, and I suppose I smell like warm sand? I'm not sure, haven't smelled myself-
that gave an embarrassed snort, but it quickly turned into laughter as he climbed higher.
I remember being in a land full of red sand, and my friend Senmut found me sniffing flowers in the mesa!
the giant's tail wagged happily. There's a pack there, called Akashingo! I'm their gardener! Miss Toula loves flowers even more than I do!
“Where did your love of flowers come from, by the way? I love them, too, and thank you for the flowers you placed in my fur. They smell heavenly.” She could see pinks and purples out of the corner of her eye, smiling as she eyed the pretty colors.
He was a kindred spirit, a wandering soul just like hers. The feeling of loneliness ebbed as she continue on the path towards the home of the Falcons, the peak of the Keep. With flowers gathered, they found a spot to watch the birds above safely. The snow had started to softly fall as they travelled here, and now the flakes came down fluffy and thick. The air smelled crisp and cold, filling her lungs, but slightly chilling her bones.
Sighing with content, she snuggled up into Haizel, his fur soft and warm.
“Look at them up there. Have your ever wondered what it’s like to fly?”