you may say that i'm a dreamer
If Deimos expected you to be dissuaded from your curiosity by the declaration of looking for leaves, he is in for an abrupt, rude surprise. And the fact that it's for Safrin! Well. Your brown eyes widen in childish delight. "Leaves? What kinda leaves? An' why for Safrin? I never met Safrin- why does she want leaves?"
You're already staring at the ground, investigating for leaves with all the dedication and thoroughness of one given the task themselves, rather than a random interloper. Bending at the waist, you emerge with a bright gold oak leaf clutched in your hand. "This one reminds me'a the sun. Whaddya think?"
You're already staring at the ground, investigating for leaves with all the dedication and thoroughness of one given the task themselves, rather than a random interloper. Bending at the waist, you emerge with a bright gold oak leaf clutched in your hand. "This one reminds me'a the sun. Whaddya think?"
