They would walk together, and he was content with the familiarity of it all. He was used to following alongside his siblings, and was more than happy to follow Ananke's lead if she allowed him. She proclaimed that she liked the flowers here, especially the little yellow ones. Yellow was a pleasant color to him, as was orange and brown, associated with the creamy markings that many of his siblings bore on their faces. He watched as she found one of the yellow flowers, and he padded closer to examine it.
"Favorite?" he inquired with genuine interest. His voice was soft and delicate, though laced with genuine wonder. He would murmur something softly as his gaze drifted from Ananke to the flowers that surrounded them. Many were dead, but some still stood tall. He would slip away from her, head ducking down as he examined them more carefully. "This!" he said, as he nudged a daisy gently with his nose. "This one my favorite!"
