CASTLES MADE OF SAND ; flowers

[T. ROUX]

you think you know about me

The draconic boy wandered quite often when he wasn't occupied with a game of chess or helping Aine within her garden, a small frown on his maw though it was more thoughtful than upset. He glanced around to see if there was anyone out and he saw no one. Without another thought, Trygve took to the skies only to glance back at his current home and he had an idea or well, he knew something Aine would like. And frankly, he knew where to find it. Admittedly, he got distracted the whole trip having stopped by the tavern seeing some of the merchants asking if they had any flowers that were suited for the desert. Ry sighed quietly having to trade for some of the flower seeds though he felt proud in a sense or happy at the moment. He picked a few flowers from the safe spot he had discovered with Aine when they had been a lot younger. With a basket held in his jaws, the boy had made the journey home once more.

Once he had returned to the Pitt's camp, he had already been making his way over to the treehouse where he had been residing within. The draconian jaguar mumbling to himself through the basket handle that was grasped in his jaws "Eschscholzia californica... Rumex hymenosepalus... Calochortus kennedyi..." Man, the scientific names for the flowers were quite the mouthful but beside the bags of seeds were a few freshly picked hibiscus flowers. He hoped that Aine would like this and well, hopefully she didn't have any of the flower seeds he had brought back "Aine? I got ya a lil somethin'," He knew that his best friend enjoyed gardening so might as well get her a few flowers too. California poppy. Wild rhubarb and lastly, the Mariposa lily. Mariposa being Spanish for butterfly, he specifically picked that one knowing Aine loved butterflies even if he did not personally.

BUT YOU DON'T KNOW REALLY WHAT YOU'RE TALKING 'BOUT
YOU ACT AS IF I WAS BORN YESTERDAY, BUT WON'T YOU SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH

— Reggan