Sun Mote Copse It is raining in my heart

Weejay was floored -- positively floored -- that Wraen didn't have a favorite. In her eyes that was like not having a favorite meal, or a favorite place to sit and watch the birds, or a favorite view or person -- how could one go through life without favorites?

She side-eyed the heck out of Wraen for that, but soon forgave the older woman, for a mischevous grin briefly hung on her gums. "Dandelions?" She dismissed with a scoff (in good humor). "Those are WEEDS!" Her nose crinkled as she remembered how they tasted when she had pruned them from her garden; bitter and gross. "I have a favorite of the flowers I know -- but I think there is probably a favorite flower out there I haven't discovered yet.." She pondered this for a moment - it was tough to categorize her flowers by favorites, because she loved them all -- but she knew there was one, that she loved seeing the most out in the wild. "The marsh blue violet! It's purple and really pretty."