Redhawk Caldera do you suppose she's a wildflower?

Fiadh was amazed by the world that laid just outside of the den. Though this wasn't her first time out and about, as her parents had introduced them all to the area just a few days prior, Fiadh found herself finding new things to explore. Since her last noted day, Fiadh and her sibling had been growing like weeds. The children had gained the ability to hear and with each passing day, their vision improved. All of these factors, coupled with the capacity to wander, allowed them all to discover new things. 

Today's discovery was a bunch of wildflowers that laid to the right of the entrance to the cave. With @Finley watching over like a hawk, as she did almost every time that the children played outside, Fiadh stood over the path of mismatched blossoms with wonder. They were beautiful, and Fiadh had never seen anything quite like them. Their colors varied, depending on what flower she was looking at, and she spent time thoroughly investigating them. The observation consisted of sniffing (as she did from a distance since she had learned that the smell became overpowering once one drew too close) and looking. But, like any child her age, there was a critical aspect in her exploration missing: the taste test. 

Eagerly she craned her neck forward, despite the off-putting smell that dominated the air around them, and plucked the ruby red flower that had attracted her attention the most. Her decision was instantly regretted the moment that the first speck of pollen touched her tastebuds and as quickly as she had grabbed the flower she regurgitated it with a good amount of saliva coating it. 

Despite her displeasure, the taste remained, and she back peddled a step away as she looked at the patch with distaste. As the pungent taste lingered, Fiadh stuck out her tongue and shook her head in an attempt to rid herself of it. Whilst doing this, Fiadh wondered just why something so beautiful had tasted so bad. Perhaps, she ventured, it was her own doing because the flower was mad at her for biting. 

With this thought prominent in her mind, Fiadh ceased her motion and looked apologetically to the shrub-- a whine slipping from her lips as her ears back-splayed onto her skull.