Stone Circle First Autumn

An "oof!" escaped him at his sister's jab. He staggered a bit before he laughed heartily. Regaining his balance, his face scrunched up in thought. But why do they fall down and die if they're just going to come back? I think that's dumb. He shook his head, confounded by the plants.

Of course I like flowers! They're pretty! Like Modir! He puffed up his chest and stamped his paws with a smile. Why, he did like flowers! Girly or not!

He watched Astrid and kept at her side as she began to investigate the grasses around them. He bounced backwards as she turned to him, blade of grass in metaphorical hand. A delighted trill to his voice. Sure, Astrid called him girly, but he adored her fairytales and games just as much as the girly things. About as much as he adored her.

Turning a blade upon an unarmed prince?! For shame! His forepaws stretched across the ground as his chest dropped. Hindquarters sticking up in the air. I must have a blade myself if you want to duel!