Wapun Meadow Tiny Flower Swaying in Your Palm

Alastor listened as she spoke, not interrupting her words midway, like how she liked it. When she finished, he offered her a question, something Crëyr was glad to answer. She didn't mind what he asked her, really, the fae was glad for somebody to speak to about old times after so long.

She shrugged, her expression holding a tinge of sadness. ”Yes, we were close." When he brought up more about the colorful plants that surrounded their feet, she shrugged, thinking, momentarily lost in her thoughts. ”Orchids, I think. Orchids, daisies. Clary sage. Those were my favorites, yeah. I hope they'll grow around here during the spring." The petite grayscale girl smiled then, regarding Alastor curiously with cerulean eyes. She wondered of this male then, of his origins, where he was now. ”What about you, Alastor? Did you have any siblings to admire flowers with?" She decided she was half-joking, but the question was definitely legitimate.