Sun Mote Copse It is raining in my heart

So many different names of flowers and Wraen knew hardly any of them. Eljay had taught her well or the girl had been curious and creative enough to come up with her own titles. The conversation was a bit uneven, because other than offering a set of attentive ears and interested look, some questions to urge the girl on, she really did not have anything else to add about botany. Ironic really - she liked to wander the realms of dreams and imagination - but she had been blind to the wanders of the real world. 

"I don't have one," she shrugged. "Though I find dandelions nice," she added after a little thought. The little, yellow, lion-heads were simple and abundant and could take good care of themselves. "What about you? Which one is your absolute favourite?"