Sunbeam Lair Playing with Plants

The girl had listened when the younger told her of how she perceived the flower's appearance to be. Like little suns, she'd said, each of which having the capabilities to shine bright. Personally, Asterr never would have considered such a thought, but she could vaguely see how the younger meant when she'd glanced upon the plant once more. Like the evening sun, surrounded by clouds so white and friendly. How interesting it was, truly, but the chieftess hoped the other might never be tricked by looking upon the chamomile in such a way. Within the world, so many species of plants existed, which could prove difficult for Sorrel farther down the road; especially so the case would be once it came to dealing with various genera and species belonging to the same family.

Visual characteristics were momentarily abandoned, the ember's attention seeming to have been drawn elsewhere. Asterr's own gaze had followed hers, drawing it towards the part of the earth where the roots were suspected to be hiding away in. "Do you wish to examine the flower's roots?" the yearling inquired. Though not yet interested in harvesting several of them for storing purposes, she saw no harm in uprooting a single one to further another's education.