Broken Boulder the curse of delight singing-sunlight

Delight had a cute laugh, he decided— then dropped that thought like it was a flaming potato. Bad Alarian! Anyway, um, where were they? Oh yeah. Singing-Sunlight. Really? He couldn't help the question— but regardless of what answer he received, if any, he spoke again after a beat.
That's pretty, Alarian more or less echoed his reaction to Delight's first name, this time with a note of jealousy. His last name wasn't that pretty. Mine's Keil.
Sometimes, he didn't know why he still carried it. Luckily, he was saved from thinking further on it— they had come to Paradise Garden, and he glanced to Delight, watching his reaction. He tried not to feel disappointed.
Lana— Eris and I found this place, when we first came here. It reminds me of home, a little, Alarian admitted in the next beat, not sure why he was making this worse for himself. It was stupid anyway, to put so much weight on such a little thing. To expect Delight to care at all about some stupid flowers. He turned to nose among them absently for herbs, stirring up butterflies; he may as well make the trip useful, at least.