The flowers, they call to me + flower crown making

[ARVID R.]

They were called flower crowns, huh? Well, while Arvid wasn't really sure he understood the entire point of them, the prospect of a crown atop his head was pretty appealing. Plus, it wasn't as if he would ever reject a gift from Saturn. The other had cared for him a great deal, and even if they weren't a sort of parental figure to him, they were simply nice. So, as his fluffy tail curled up near his front paws, he spoke with a soft bit of laughter, "I guess I'm excited to see what you make me, then." Maybe something that would match with his pelt? Although... he hadn't exactly seen any black flowers around the Coalition's territory, so maybe just yellow was the way to go.

As Byriath spoke up, the dire wolf looked towards the other, blinking a couple of times. It wasn't long before a bout of giggles ran through the boy, and he answered very honestly, "You look like a dork!" Not exactly the sappy shit that Byr had been expecting, to say the least. Arvid then added on, a smile still curled on his muzzle, "You're so big that you don't exactly look made for flower crowns." Indeed, the poor decoration looked a bit miniscule by comparison.

i wanna be the sand inside that hourglass