Hot Pink Persian Carpet

The rich, fertile earth felt soft underneath Sileas's paws as he walked over the lush forest floor around him. With every step that took the male further into the trees, his eyes grew wider and wider. Above and all around him, Spring had swept full force through this wood, leaving an absolute explosion of colour in it's wake. The male had never seen anything like it. The blooms were beautiful, their colours not only gracing the tree tops but the ground too, creating a pink carpet for him to walk on. Along with the delicate yet strong scent, the man was completely overwhelmed by the little colour paradise he had stumbled upon.

Since arriving in these lands, he had been wandering aimlessly. He had only met a few other beings since arriving and whatever short conversations they'd had had only confirmed his suspicions of the common tongue here. He thanked the stars that he'd always been a quick learner and hope that he wouldn't encounter too much more difficulty with the language. In his home, only a few people were fluent in the language they spoke here and he'd had to make do with what he'd learnt when he was younger and what he'd picked up along the way. If luck was in his favour he'd meet some new people to practice on.

Somewhere he guessed was near the heart of the forest, Sil finally stopped for a rest. Sitting down under one of the redbud trees, he murmured to himself, clearing the raspy undertones from his disused voice. "Nach eil seo faodail direach sgoinneil? Chan eil mi air rud sam bith mar seo fhaichinn riabh." (Isn't this a lucky find? I've never seen anything like it before.)