Stone Circle optimist

Yeah, lavender tasted gross. Ikiaq decided then that it was only for looking at and giving as presents. But it was likely that it would remain one of the boy's favorite smells, going forward in life. It would remind him of the first time he ever left the den of his own accord, and of his first friend. 

The whole process of picking the lavender seemed straightforward enough, and while he was a little lest adept at it than Alsek was, he managed to pick one for Valette himself. Only one, though, because more would probably be wasteful and he wanted to leave as many as possible. 

"'Lette gonna like this," he announced, placing his lavender that he'd picked on the ground at his paws. The boy smiled up at his friend. "Thank you, Awsek!"