He still seemed a little hesitant, but went off to find them all the same; Poppy hoped he didn't just leave. She didn't know plants could be fun, and was eager to see what the seeds did; she didn't quite consider that fact that she was accepting weird plants from someone she'd just met. She shifted as she waited, a little glad for the opportunity to pluck the last of the melting snow from her pelt, then setting to picking the ice from between her paws.

The poppies Engel brought were withered and dry, but beautiful all the same. When he'd shaken the seeds from them, the sheepdog grabbed the nearest one, smiling a little and she inhaled the faded fragrance, though her expression fell when Engel commented on the seeds. True wariness set in, now, and she wondered aloud,  "pass out - I thought they were fun?" Her head canted to the side, poppy still clutched carefully as she considered Engel.

The male scooped up two of the seeds, reassuring her as he stretched out on his back. Gaze surveying the male, the sheepdog made to grab a seed, but her courage was faltering. She made as if to eat the thing, but in truth merely shifted it beneath her tongue. Still, curiosity held her here; she'd watch. Perhaps the plants really were fun, but the wariness she'd grown to utilize had her watch and learn before trying the plants herself.

She waited for what seemed like eons, trying not to fiddle with the seed beneath her tongue. For a while, nothing happened, until suddenly he seemed to jump. The collie blinked at him, the sudden change. His next words came slurred, and she gaped at him as he giggled and attempted to boop her. The sheer ridiculousness of him had her giggle along with him, until the seed she'd been fiddling with slipped down her gullet. 

Again she blinked, gut dropping as she realized where the seed had gone. Ah, but this couldn't be so bad, could it? Engel seemed to be having fun, at least, and yet she couldn't quell the nervousness that had her forelimb bounce. 

At some point the limb stopped it's bounce, and colours seemed in sharp contrast and yet faded all at once, things blurring and sharpening at random. She giggled, half in nervousness and half in inhibition as she looked to the male, suddenly feeling quite light. A paw reached out to lightly boop his snout, only to miss as he had and instead lose her balance, falling half-atop of the male, giggling still.

She giggled again, his dopeness suddenly quite funny. She laughed then, riotous and full, until it hurt to breathe and the breath wouldn't come to her lungs. She gasped for air a few moments before lazily bopping Engel again, a breathless "you're kinda cute,"  slipping from her maw. She didn't quite slur as he did, though the poppy seed had almost the same effect on her much smaller body. 

She stood, swaying a moment, before crying, "let's go!" Wobbling, heedless to the snow that she sank half into, she blundered away through the white, stopping only when she half collided with a tree, slipping back into the snow with a spluttering laugh.

She pulled herself from the snow, darting haphazardly towards Engel, offering him a bold, sloppy kiss she doubted she'd have given anyone had she been in the right mind. Giggling again at her daring, she darted away again, this time successfully weaving through the trees. "adventuring!"  She called back, collapsing on her face once, but picking herself back up to make her dizzying way through the trees.

Engel was behind her, and in wild abandon, she let out a war whoop, tail curled high. It wasn't after too much longer crashing through the snow that they came across the stream, small and half-frozen. "Engel!" She cried, volume control shot. Whispering now, and meandering close to him, she said; "bet - bet I can jump it." With a holler, she took off like a shot (read: a wobbling trot) and gathered herself fully before making the wild jump, feet sliding beneath her and once again, crashing into the snow and ice; luckily, unharmed.

She laughed for another moment before bolting upright, ears perked for a moment before slumping like the rest of her. She padded over to him, collapsing beside him, quite suddenly tired. She looked at him expectantly, rolling onto her side and half-pummeling him with her forepaws, slowly, clumsily, as if telling him to move and lead them to their next adventure.

 
He stumbled away from her, pointing awkwardly before falling into the snow. She half-clambered over him, charging through the snow in the direction he indicated, not caring if he was following or not anymore. He'd given her a direction and she'd see it through, wherever this way led; she'd find the end of it.

His shout had her falter, almost stop, but kept charging through the snow. The male, however, was naturally suited to winter, and better at this than she. When he did catch up, instead of let him pass her, she twisted awkwardly and made a slow lunge for him, attempting to fling herself atop him in an attempt to bring them both crashing down into the snow; in the midst of the little glade they found themselves in now.

Engel struggled beneath her, and the girl yelped when one of his limbs caught a tender bruise on her haunch. She somersaulted over him, collapsing head-over-heals into the snow. Spread out in the cold and ice, she laughed, once, quietly to herself. She stayed perfectly still, face twisted up to stare at the sky, turning faded orange with the approach of the sunset. The colours pulsed, burned and tore through the sky, and quite suddenly she was entranced.

Staring upwards still, she rolled nearer to the male, pausing only when she was near enough to lazily dab at him with a paw.  "engel," she whispered, sounding almost as if she had an important secret to share. "it's almost as red as you," She finished conspiratorily, twisting to blink at the male once she'd confided in him her observation.