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"Can you take some pictures of these flowers for me, kiddo? And anything else you might find, okay?" she said, handing the lionboy a list. "Thank you so much for doing this. Mommy has to go do consulations now. I'll be back at four-thirty to get you. Have fun!" She waved as she drove out of the parking lot. Take some pictures.. Yeah right. This was just another one of her excuses to get him out of the house and walking around. Something he didn't mind all that much, but he would really rather be sleeping. Especially in the wonderfuly warm afternoon sunshine. He wandered until he came to a nice wide stone bench in a patch of sunshine. The surface was pleasantly warm and there were no other people around who might pester him. Perfect! The flowers could wait. It wasn't as if Mom really needed them anyhow. If she did, she'd just come take the pictures herself. He stretched out on the bench for a nap, just enjoying the pleasant breeze and the sugary scent of exotic flowers.

The lion's nose twitched as a shadow fell over him, blocking out his precious sunshine. He growled and batted at the air as he swiveled an ear towards the voice and cracked an eye open. "Ya~h 'course it is. That's why I'm sleepin'." he mumbled with a wide yawn that displayed his teeth ominously. Well, she was female. He might be willing to forgive her for disturbing his nap. Caden rolled over and stretched, fluffing out his hair as he shook his head. Now slighlty more aware of his surroundings, he looked over the girl who had woken him. She was small and rather frail-looking, compared to him at least, and she was shiney! The light danced upon her skin in patterns of brilliantly unnatural colors, and it unnerved him.

His head darted from side to side as he watched her constant movement. How did she do that? Caden shook his head to clear it and stopped for a moment to ponder what she said, content to track her with his ears as following her rapidly moving brightly colored feathers with his eyes was a little dizzying. "Hm..right. But I've seen the sky and smelled the flowers. Now whaddo I do?" Let her just try and come up with a good answer to that!

"But why would I want to see lots of flowers?" he grumbled. "They all look pretty much the same anyway." Which he knew wasn't true, but never failed to say when being lectured on everything from the nutritional values of different foods to the difference between a sociopath and a psychopath (both of which Mom said he should avoid if possible). "Have you seen all the flowers?" he fired back.

"Well they all look the same to me." he retorted. "What's the difference between.." he paused for a second to dig the list out of his pocket and scanned it, squinting at Wolfie's rough sketches and descriptions to to find two that might look alike. "..dandylions and crysanthemums anyway." Wait..if he worked this right, he might save himself a lot of work. "I mean, I bet you couldn't even tell the diffference between them just by looking. They're both.." he squinted at the list again "..orangey yellow and have fluffy heads and closely grouped petals."

"Well since you know everything about flowers, how about we go look for a crysanthemum and a dandylion, and we'll see if I can tell the difference." he replied smoothly. And if he did this right, he could get her to take him to all the other flowers on the list too. Caden stood up and swaggered over to a nearby flowerbed, flashing her a charming smile as he stalked past. He crossed his armes as he gazed out over the rest of the park thoughtfully.

He had to trot to keep up with her lively pace, but found himself not minding at all. Her graceful hand felt so fragile against the strength of his stubby-fingered paw, and he was careful not to crush the delicate feathers. Everything about her was full of movement from the way her wings were constantly fluttering and folding to the way the sunlight shifted from blues to greens on her body. The lion found himself grinning back at her even as he was dragged around the park. Something about that kind of energy was just infectious.

Caden stepped forwards and poked at one of the brightly colored heads with a claw. "But which ones are the Chrysanthemums?" He inspected the dust now coating the tip of his finger, and blew it off in a smoky yellow cloud, but the breeze just carried the pollen straight back into his face and he sneezed. "and which ones are the d'achoo! -lions?"