Cedar Sweep knight of flowers

Galathiel had almost drifted off to sleep when a voice roused him from his dozing. "Forgive me for disturbing you, Miss," came his hurried apology, rising to his paws in a sedentary sort of way before his head bowed low. It mattered not who she was, only that she'd caught him napping!

"I was just battling that there tree. Quite a beauty, isn't it?" A tired smile accompanied the a tilt of his muzzle towards the aforementioned deciduous, now budding and blossoming in the warming season (though Galathiel was sheepish to note many of the flowers had been scattered by his antics). "Doesn't beat a true fight of tooth and claw, though. Ah, now that's something I miss."

He'd indulged her curiosity for now, though the Knight was sure, for a young woman like her, it would bounce right back.