It wasn't often that Glimpses cared what sort of flowers grew in the glen near the overhang she called home, but on this spring afternoon it was too tempting to take a walk in it. Her flanks flashed with the butterfly marks as she moved through the bountiful flowers, sunshine in her hair, and she wondered absently for the first time what their names were. It wasn't very important to her, but she supposed it would be useful.Delicate Rose Bud
