Heron Lake Plateau our eyes (ting ting) like glitter and gold

Yarrow. From what it sounded like, Niamh pictured wild daisies- because those were the only white, wild flowers she actually knew the name of. She'd had a childhoos sweetheart who used to put them in her fur when they played, so she smiled fondly at the memory, even though it made her prime her eyes to search for daisies, rather than yarrow. 

Niamh's ears flicked to the side when Fire shared her story about Screech...So she'd met him. Niamh sized her companion up, then, and wondered what had transpired. No doubt Screech had taken notice of her, with her stunning looks. Niamh did her best to swallow her jealousy and found herself nearly choking on it- why should she be jealous at all? Screech was an idiot. He'd given her a concussion, ad now lived in her den where she had to take care of him while he slept. "Drunk?" She asked, "Like...What's drunk?" The concept was pretty new to Niamh, who had never even considered eating an apple. 

She stiffened a bit when Ceara asked about her symptoms, and with a tinge of pessimism to her voice, she shrugged and answered. "Not as bad as it could be."