Nova Peak They'll be here pretty soon

Laurel. Had she the ability to speak (or the will) Marble would’ve repeated the name. Instead she went over the syllables in her mind. Laurel.. laur-el.... lauuurel....

Oh. There goes her mind.

By the time she was pulled away from her thoughts, the woman (who she’d yet to know the name of. Knowing Marble’s social skills, it’d probably be a mystery for awhile) was already finished with her snippet of information. Rather than try to get her to repeat herself, Marble set her sights on the flowers that had been pushed towards her. She poked and prodded at it, carefully examining every inch of the bundle.