[ Good colours for him? The gold and blue? He stares to the bouquet that he holds in his hand, never having been given such a thing before and so... he wonders just what it is that he should do with the beautiful bouquet. ]
Thank you.
[ Is what he finally says as his gaze drifts from the flowers to Firion's back instead, watching at a few flowers he's working on seem to slowly retreat. ]
What colours would be good for you?
[ Even as he asks, he crouches down and gloved fingers gently pluck a red flower from the earth, holding it out to Firion then between his fingers. ]
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Thank you.
[ Is what he finally says as his gaze drifts from the flowers to Firion's back instead, watching at a few flowers he's working on seem to slowly retreat. ]
What colours would be good for you?
[ Even as he asks, he crouches down and gloved fingers gently pluck a red flower from the earth, holding it out to Firion then between his fingers. ]
Perhaps red.