Cricket Creek Bog so peace be with every place that you had

the silver girl was quick to recover and offer a name of the fiery reddish flower that she had brought for him. aengus bent his head to sniff at them delicately and smiled up at her. the description was something he liked a lot. they sounded like the perfect flower for a frostfur. it was amazing how she had found one like it in the amount of time that they had taken. the young boy almost felt bad for having brought her something so sub-par. he didn’t even know the name of the crumpled-looking poppies that he had brought for her.
 
“they’re perfect!” aengus barked happily to her. his tail seemed to wag so hard behind him that he had started to swing himself around in reverse circles. “i’m aengus frostfur. what’s your name?” the boy then offered to her. it was a little late in the way of typical formalities. none of that mattered, it seemed.