Whitebark Stream somnus

"i do." this time the words were accompanied by a vague tug of his mouth into something like a smile. "i like all colors of flower. all kinds." he indicated a small patch of wildflowers growing in the wet lee of a rock, near to the water. "red ones." and then to the clover underpaw. "and white ones."

germanicus paused; a lighter feeling surged in him, and for a moment he felt free of all soldierly things. "what other things in the world do you like?"