Wapun Meadow Tiny Flower Swaying in Your Palm

It's fine! :)

The boy's head nodded in agreement, eyes still looking to the flower. When her voice entered his ears once more, the words telling him her name, he looked up. "My name is Alastor," he said, realizing in that moment that he should have introduced himself sooner. The part of being a flower enthusiast brought a smile to his face. "It is always nice to meet another who appreciates the delicate flowers." Gods, if his brother could hear him now, he surely would have torn some piece of him off, and then went on to joke about him being a wuss. The irony of it would have been the fact that, while he did have a calmer, more sensitive side to him, Alastor was still the more dominate of the two. The thought brought a pang of home sickness to his stomach, but the feeling was quickly forgotten when the female he now knew is Crëyr pointed out another flower. It'd shade was brighter than the previous one, but not as bright as it could be.

"They are certainly close, if not spot-on," Alastor said, his tail wagging a bit as he listened to her laughter. He'd always thought blue hydrangeas matched his eyes the closest, especially when they were light and basking in the sun's warm glow. It was clear the flowers she'd pointed out where not hydrangeas of any sort, but it didn't change the fact that they were still beautiful. When he looked to her eyes, he felt as if delphinium blue birds would match hers the best, though probably not spot on. He seen the flower only once, so it's exact shade was not entirely engraved into his mind.