[ pls wait for @HONEYCOMBKIT and/or @bunnykit !! @Sweetnose @Honeyflower ur kids got stuff for u :] ]
"Honeycombkit~? Are y'sure y'can carry all that?" she rounds her sister's haunch with a curious tilt of her head, finding the other overloading her bushel with more and more flowers than she or Bunnykit have. "It'll be beautiful, but it's gonna be heavy..." Or, perhaps, Lotuskit is not thinking grand enough. They can only do so much with the wildflowers that blow into camp, after all. Should they be going as far as possible, stuffing their bouquets with clovers and wildgrasses and brambles from thickets? Perhaps she should scavenge a cotton tuft, or rabbit fur... Or would that be unkind, given Bunnykit?
"I'll support you," she says, after a long silence, entirely too enraptured in her thoughts to even lend an ear to what either of her siblings had to say about her negging. She gathers her gift, a lost piece of twine wound around the bulk of the stems sloppily. Perhaps enough to hold it sturdy for a few steps, but if Sweetnose or Honeyflower ask for it to be moved more than that, then it's doomed to fall apart. "Bunnykit, are y'ready?" She turns to their sibling, pale, hazy eyes glinting briefly. Again, she doesn't care to listen to any, "Wait!"'s or "Just one more moment!"'s. The molly holds tight to her plethora of the moorlands and strides onward, out of their hiding spot and into the open. And, hopefully, right to the paws of their parents.
"Hel-lo~" she purrs, the sound rattling her gathered stems and flowers, "I made this one for you!" She emphasizes the word, dropping the bouquet by Honeyflower's paws. She then turns to Sweetnose, leaning to press her spine against her father's foreleg, hoping to guide him to the blooms, "Y'can have some, too, Dad." Not necessarily an after thought, but surely when the flowers lose their luster, they'll still have the same sweet scents, and her father will enjoy them just as greatly then.
"Honeycombkit~? Are y'sure y'can carry all that?" she rounds her sister's haunch with a curious tilt of her head, finding the other overloading her bushel with more and more flowers than she or Bunnykit have. "It'll be beautiful, but it's gonna be heavy..." Or, perhaps, Lotuskit is not thinking grand enough. They can only do so much with the wildflowers that blow into camp, after all. Should they be going as far as possible, stuffing their bouquets with clovers and wildgrasses and brambles from thickets? Perhaps she should scavenge a cotton tuft, or rabbit fur... Or would that be unkind, given Bunnykit?
"I'll support you," she says, after a long silence, entirely too enraptured in her thoughts to even lend an ear to what either of her siblings had to say about her negging. She gathers her gift, a lost piece of twine wound around the bulk of the stems sloppily. Perhaps enough to hold it sturdy for a few steps, but if Sweetnose or Honeyflower ask for it to be moved more than that, then it's doomed to fall apart. "Bunnykit, are y'ready?" She turns to their sibling, pale, hazy eyes glinting briefly. Again, she doesn't care to listen to any, "Wait!"'s or "Just one more moment!"'s. The molly holds tight to her plethora of the moorlands and strides onward, out of their hiding spot and into the open. And, hopefully, right to the paws of their parents.
"Hel-lo~" she purrs, the sound rattling her gathered stems and flowers, "I made this one for you!" She emphasizes the word, dropping the bouquet by Honeyflower's paws. She then turns to Sweetnose, leaning to press her spine against her father's foreleg, hoping to guide him to the blooms, "Y'can have some, too, Dad." Not necessarily an after thought, but surely when the flowers lose their luster, they'll still have the same sweet scents, and her father will enjoy them just as greatly then.