Everything all at once

The small woman listened to the sound of the flowers being plucked and a small smile rested on her face. When Sota began describing the color, she didn't really have any idea of what he was talking about, but at least she knew that the flowers were pretty. Color would always be foreign to her, but it didn't bother Gypsy. She had all of the smells, sounds and feels to make up for it.

Once Sota had collected enough of those flowers, he asked where they might find more. "Hmm," the lady hummed softly. Her small pink nose lifted and she scented the air. It was difficult picking scents when the hyacinth were so fragrant, but she managed to latch onto a trail. "This way, I think." Slowly and with careful footing, Gypsy led the way towards the less robust smell of gardenias.

"Can you see them?" Again she asked as she believed they were coming close. As she moved, Gypsy's paw rustled a bush. The bobtailed fae stopped and gently felt around the bush. When her pink pads swept lightly across the soft petals of a flower, she lowered her nose and inhaled deeply of the scent. "These are the ones that I smelled. Are they good enough?"

"Speech"