Wapun Meadow A Chance Meeting

He'd never thought about that before. Louis tilted his head, "Maybe? Though I'd hate to have to eat it. Herbs are bitter enough." A chuckle. He'd never seen aloe before, and filed the wisdom away. Honey, at least, was familiar. And tasty.

"You're certainly beautiful enough to be one." Louis answered with a grin when she asserted her preference of insect. "They migrate, too. You'd get to see the world. I bet you'd have the best stories."

He might have picked butterfly for himself, too, but it seemed not in the spirit of the game to copy Eshe, so he sat back on his haunches and wrinkled his muzzle with a show of deep and careful pondering. "I think... I'd like to be a dragonfly."