Sun Mote Copse It is raining in my heart

"Well, I had a sibling, who found joy in plucking those weed-heads and eating them," Wraen said, thinking about Coriander and, what a weird kid he had been as a child. Funny to think that now he was a serious leader dealing with serious business. To her he would always be the pudgy, dark-furred toddler that was covered head to toe in dandelion pollen.

Weejay did not have to bother mentioning names, Wraen did not know this flower either, though she guessed and quite correctly that the flower was violet and the girl had said this as well. Asking next, what were the favourites of Eljay and every oher member of the pack, would be to childish and stupid. Sovereign had to come up with better questions even if she had none in mind. 

"I guess then that you know all the plants and weeds of the copse. Have you been outside much?" she asked, not familiar with, whether Eljay had lifted his previously instilled restrictions on travel.