Heron Lake Plateau Who'd come up with a system of matrimony based on the random distribution of flowers?

Your eyes! she explained emphatically. You smell like your eyes. Okay, so it wouldn't make sense to him, based on her conversation with her father. Remembering this, she backtracked a bit and tried to explain as best as she could. I see smells, and you smell the same color as your eyes. That's never happened before! Granted, this probably wouldn't make a whole lot of sense even with the explanation, but she felt she had to give it a go. So far, Sequoia had not really been able to explain her perceptual phenomenon to anybody in a way that they really understood.

Remembering her manners, she straightened her posture and did what she should have done before any of what was probably nonsense to him. I'm Sequoia. I came here with Wildfire, Kiwi, and Buckshot. There, that was better, wasn't it?