Wapun Meadow Tiny Flower Swaying in Your Palm

"It is nice to meet you, too, Crëyr," he said. The name seemed pleasant to him, sounding much better than the ones he'd grown up around. As she went on to explain how she'd learnt the flower's name, he stayed silent and listened. He use to wonder what it would be like if he'd had a sister, rather than a brother, and the woman's words only seemed to revive those thoughts. The relationship she seemed to have with her sister sounded as if it was a good one, or at least it had been. Alastor knew she spoke of past events, but was curious as to hoe the two were in present time. Did they still speak? Could they still speak? Or, perhaps, was the female before him in a similar situation as himself, taken far from her home and family. The young wolf wanted to ask her, but didn't want to take her into old memories that could, potentially, hold some darkness to them.

"It sounds like you and your sister were very close," he finally said, still unsure as to whether he should ask about her sister directly or not. "What other flowers did the two of you learn of together?"