Redhawk Caldera do you suppose she's a wildflower?

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With the taste of pollen still fresh on her tongue, Fiadh turned from the regurgitated petals to redirect her attention to her mother. Though Finely's touch was often something that calmed the young Sigma, Fiadh was finding it hard to share how she felt in regards to the flower. She had been convinced that everything had been fine between them, but, evidently, that was not the case. 

When prompted on what was bringing her down, Fiadh sought the right words to help portray how she felt. "Ick," she decided with a lone whine after a pause, finding that her vocabulary lacked the proper substance to describe how she felt. 

By the time that Elwood arrived, the effects of the pollen had spread from a mild annoyance to an irritant that drove the formation a thin veil of tears upon her large, doe-like eyes. Turning to her father as he greeted her, she filled him in on what had happened with that she had disclosed to Finley: "Ick."