Stone Circle There were roses

Skáld was lost in thought, contemplating how it was a plant could have such a wildly different taste than another he’d eaten before, and was startled when his name was called out. His first feeling was guilt. He’d been caught doing something that probably wasn’t right- but he relaxed a bit when he saw the amusement on Bjarna’s features.
          His head dropped slightly, and he tried to grin though he looked more sheepish and ashamed than amused. His lips twisted a moment while he tried to figure out what sort of explanation he had. He’d been curious, but that didn’t seem like a good enough answer. 
          He shrugged and shuffled his paws before he lifted one and gestured to the leaves. ”Try,” He suggested shyly.