Wapun Meadow casanova

It was humbling to know that these flowers blossomed and danced in the breeze even as not a soul regarded them. Noctura had never seen lilies in these parts, and seeing them now was with the knowledge that they existed despite this. He knew now that he would spend some time in this meadow, moving slowly among the waking green and making note of each flower he saw. But would it be with this pale gold prince? Reclusive though Noctura was, he didn't spurn this company now that he'd discovered it.

Solèy kapo... he noted the term. Another name for the lily, perhaps.

He might have addressed this, but shortly the stranger changed the subject to their opposing accents. I'm from far across the ocean, he obliged, but I've been in this region some months now. The first true home he'd ever had. What of you? His eyes followed the direction of the male's gesture. It seemed the younger male was from a pack across the way.