Pocket full of posies

He bobbed his head mutely while Crux explained his motives, and felt a giddiness in his chest at the prospect of getting to head to the feast that had mysteriously been organized for them to attend. Surely it would be fun! As they slipped into the warm sunshine beyond the mouth of the cave, the dark furred boy finally stopped and settled himself. It took a moment to arrange his crippled hind leg in a way that was more comfortable, and once his brother was settled in Stratum flopped heavily onto his rump and then over onto his flank. He deposited the flowers gently into the crook between his splayed forelimbs, and mimicked the way his brother carefully spread them across the warm stone for examination.

When Crux admitted he wasn't sure how to accomplish his task, the golden youngster grunted softly and frowned down at the flowers in his grasp. Yeah, it was going to be a bit tricky. He tipped his head to one side, then the other, noodling on the whole thing. "Wha'bout... we steal some twines.. and just tie them into a big long rope w' the flowers sticking out all pretty?" he asked quietly, glancing up at Crux to gauge his reaction. "Cause I dunno how to braid." he added with a lopsided grin.