Dragoncrest Cliffs Get yer meathooks off me!

The plant did not speak and did not instill any other emotion in Merlin other than strange sense of longing for someone. As if having heard this unspoken thought, Rosalyn entered the picture. He turned to face the scarred leader, secretly feeling glad that it was not Erzulie standing before him and talking now. With her wife being the more masculine of the too, it was easy for the young fellow to consider her as another buddy. Almost like Njord. 

"Oh, no, it's nothing. Just a wee little plant," he beckoned to the object of his interest and waited in expectant silence for the alphess to steer the conversation, wherever she wanted it to go.