Sleeping Dragon Opal

Portia shrugs, a little disappointed that the woman was not a naturalist herself-- but was still glad to hear she was interested. She then shook her head. "Sorry hun, afraid not," she says, "I've already got this one done. Though I do appreciate your offer," she adds, making sure the elder knew she had some sort of mannerism.  

"I could explain it to you though? It's a wonderful method, in my opinion," she adds. Without really waiting for an answer-- seeing the woman appeared plenty interested already-- she began a brief introduction to her strange ways. "I've already planted some poppy seeds in this skull," she says, motioning to the coyote skull filled with dirt. "I started doing it when I was a pup. I used to collect skulls that adults would leave behind after meals. My mother would always crush them up-- but I found that if I would plant flowers in them, she'd let me keep them. Something about ladies loving flowers, and how it was fitting for me. At first it was just an excuse to keep the bones-- they were all so interesting. But as I grew I began to appreciate the beauty of the bones and the plants together-- something so juxtaposing, I suppose. But I also found a certain advantage to planting them in skulls... at least, in my opinion." Her introduction was rather long, but most of her conversations were anyway. Her eyes glint with excitement-- passion-- as she waits for the woman to urge her on or ask her to politely shut up.