Wapun Meadow casanova

So involved he'd been in his musings on the natural world around him, he hadn't properly acknowledged that he was in the presence of another. Noctura was a recluse, but on rare occasion he brought his thoughts to the wider world. And on even rarer occasion, the wider world includes a complete stranger. So Noctura turned his silver gaze from the blossoming floor and regarded the male instead: large, ethereal, and noble in bearing. And oddly familiar, as if the pair had already been talking for a while.

He blinked, interested in the accent that emerged, but Noctura had spent his life a traveller, and was no stranger to foreign voices. I believe that's an early glacier lily, he lowered his muzzle to acknowledge the flower so admired by his sudden companion. Some say they grow where stars have fallen in the earth.