Wapun Meadow Tiny Flower Swaying in Your Palm

The younger male felt happy for the greyscale woman when she mentioned that she and her sister had actually been close. As she mentioned other flowers name, images of what they looked like passed through his inner vision, reminding him of each one. He remembered daisies taking up a small patch of cleared land near his old home, and how the small flowers would dance with the flowing wind. It was always such an amazing sight to him, and one that he missed greatly. He, too, hoped for the flowers to grow in the Spring and Summer months, so he could reminiscent with them and, possibly, Crëyr.

At the mention of his own siblings, or rather sibling, Alastor had to hold back a small chuckle. "I had a sibling, yes, a younger brother," he told her, not caring to bring up his deceased little sister right away. "He was never up for looking at the flowers, though. He'd just laugh the small lessons off when our mother would go on about each and every little flower she came across." He recalled the one time his brother, Naos, had tried to run away during one of the lessons, taking Linette with him. It was before the fox had managed to slip in and steal his sister away, and was one of the few memories he had of her that still remained. "My sister, though... she use to love looking at the flowers, and was constantly wanting to go out and see all of the ones she could."