The flowers, they call to me + flower crown making

[ARVID R.]

Flower crowns. They were honestly a foreign concept to Arvid. He had never been taught to make them by anyone else, and it wasn't as if he had seen them during his travels. His human family hadn't lived anywhere near a flower field, and the scientists certainly hadn't cared for such pretty, frivolous activities. Even during his still rather recent explorations of the Beyond, he hadn't come across anyone making flower crowns. Maybe he was just looking in the wrong places, or perhaps everyone was just too damn busy everywhere he went. Either way, the pup had a look of confusion on his face as he approached, watching what Saturn was doing with a sense of curiosity. They were making those things to... give to people? So they were gifts, then. Well, that was pretty nice, although he had to wonder how someone would cope if they were allergic to the flowers they were given. Hopefully it wouldn't come up, though.

With his tail wagging from side to side behind him, Arvid questioned Saturn with a surprising amount of innocence, "What are those things? I've never seen 'em before. Are they just... exactly what they sound like?" Flower crowns... a purely aesthetic item? Once again, it seemed nice in concept, but wouldn't the flowers eventually wilt and fade and make the entire thing look much worse? The canine didn't want to rain on Saturn's parade, though. So instead, he just offered the other a somewhat mischievous smile as he asked his follow up question, "And... am I getting one too?" It seemed like he would, considering he was Saturn's son, but one could never be too sure. Besides, Arvid still wasn't really... used to gifts, in any capacity. He was used to needing to seek things out himself, and take them.

i wanna be the sand inside that hourglass