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

the young bull had all but forgotten about everything that existed beyond their flower pile and bog. he had become completely enraptured in the girl and everything that she had to say. he couldn’t help but to fall into the softness of her voice as she went on to say that she liked sassy, as if she was asking him what business it was of his that sassiness would deter her from anything. he wanted to warn her, but he thought it was best that weejay meet sionnach for herself.
 
when she asked about flowers, his stomach felt like it had tried to leap over a hurdle in a dash for a gold medal. “i haven’t even seen all the places yet! we could discover some of them together,” he suggested. he’d wanted to try to get his sister to go out there with him, but he was afraid she’d find a stream or something and hold his head under until he passed out. weejay would make it way more fun. “we could also look at all the flowers! you can see if we have some of the same ones that you do or any different ones,” aengus then suggested to solve the issue of trying to explain what kind of flowers there were in the glade.