Silvertip Mountain What is Love?

Krypton caught up, matching his strides. Well that's reassuring, he thought to himself. Of course she knew about plants. No doubt, everyone but him did. At least, that's what he wondered. And it would make sense, with his memory missing. Just gone with the wind, like dust. Gone. And as far as he knew, it might not be coming back.

He slowed more then her, following her down the trail from behind. Her eyes going back and forth along the trail. If only he knew what the plants she wanted looked like. And he voiced his thoughts. "Um, what do they look like? The plants, that is."

She answered his question right after. All he had to look for was a white flower, with a yellow circle. Growing in bunches. "Right, white flowers. Yeah, that should be easy...with the ground having snow!" he exclaimed. The snow would make it near impossible, even with the yellow circles. When she looked back, he had a questioning look. Awaiting a reply to his sarcasm.