Duskfire Glacier baby doll, you need some rock & roll

Maera set off with the full intention of tracking down "flower", and Njal happily followed behind her despite being ignorant of the true reason for her search. He barely had to move in order to keep up. While the girl sniffed at the ground and led the way, the father kept his own head ducked down in imitation of her tracking; his ears turned at every slight sound around them though, in case danger lurked nearby. It didn't take long for Maera to become disheartened in her hunt, and she turned upon him with a simple question falling from her lips: Whe' did it go?

Oh. It suddenly occurred to Njal that maybe... Perhaps... Maera was looking for something familiar from the creekside. His ears shot back against his head briefly as he considered this, but his expression remained neutral - and then he tried to smile, to alleviate the girl's worries. We are in a new place now. He explained as carefully as he could, Those flowers are far away. But we can find new ones now. Njal truly had not considered his children's views on the move, prior to the actual event. He didn't think they'd be attached to any particular aspect of the creek since they were so young. Apparently he had been wrong.