brave as a (dande)lion

Spriggan was practically frolicing within the dandelion strewn grass, but her raven Prose was quick to notice they were not alone. The white raven alerted the tiny child to the dual toned man as he approached with caution. Spriggan stopped immediately and turned her attention towards him. He was just as big as the biggest wolves in the Hallows, and could quite obviously do her harm if he intended. But the young Carpathian was brave, and he surely if he wished to he would have closed the distance and done what he wanted already.

He reminded her a little of her uncle Artorias, and she felt no fear when he asked her about the flowers. A huge grin spread over her tiny features as he opened the door to her passions. "Not just any flowers,” She started in her small, but confident, voice. "Dandelions!” Sprig told him as if he didn’t know what a dandelion was. "Did you know that the whole plant has uses?” She asked him with a tilt to her moss covered head as she sat down, eager to teach this stranger what she knew. "The flower, the leaves, and the root!” She remembered i was remarkable because there were some plants that had their uses, but you had to be careful because they could also be poisonous.

"Spriggan Carpathius"