[ The poor flowers do look terrible; he's always lacked a delicate hand, and even with some half-hearted care he's managed to lose some petals along the way here. He'd rather be saddled with a pack of lumber or a bundle of sticks than have to keep things so precious and frail. ]
My apologies...
[ But this month has forced a sudden interest in botany, and he follows along without complaint, suddenly surrounded by beautiful flowers in lovely rows, ranging from elegant to playful. Dimitri, to his discredit, does not recognize a single one of these besides the roses.
He cants his head curiously as he takes the name of the blooms in, a little surprised. Milkweeds. Forget-me-nots... ]
You can tell just from looking? Do flowers hold a sort of... meaning?
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My apologies...
[ But this month has forced a sudden interest in botany, and he follows along without complaint, suddenly surrounded by beautiful flowers in lovely rows, ranging from elegant to playful. Dimitri, to his discredit, does not recognize a single one of these besides the roses.
He cants his head curiously as he takes the name of the blooms in, a little surprised. Milkweeds. Forget-me-nots... ]
You can tell just from looking? Do flowers hold a sort of... meaning?