”Alastor,” She said, the name rolling smoothly off her tongue as she tried it out. ”Good to meet you.” Crëyr placed the flower on the ground where she could see it before returning to her thoughts— her mind went back to Draenen back in Wales, where she would laugh and place a flower on her head whenever she could find one.
Rolling a slim shoulder, she decided to tell him. What was the harm, anyway? These past months had flown by so quickly, the sterling girl realized that she'd rarely ever found time to stop and smell the flowers. If not, appreciate them. It was only then when it was winter did she need to notice...
”Back in my old home, my sister used to put wildflowers on my head whenever we played. Sounds kinda silly, but... Well, good memories. That's how I learnt the flower name geranium." She offered, reminiscing of past times.