Stone Circle There were roses

How 'bout we fade this one, should count toward caretaker trade for her and naturalist for him, and have a new one :3

Skáld giggled with glee, having been caught in the middle of his mischief! Dipping into a playbow, he wiggled his little rump in the air. "We find white ones, we name them Bjarna berries!" It didn't matter to him, too much, if the berries already had a name. Of course, if he could choose, he would want for Bjarna berries not only to be perfect and white, but also very sweet and healthy. In his experience thus far, white berries meant that they were under-ripe. Surely, there had to be a good, white berry out there somewhere. 

"Find for Mama!" He agreed, and toddled after her in search of good, tasty berries to bring back for Sanja.