#baronyofthesilverwolf

Art is intrigued - he delves into research as to whether the nature of a freehold with strong flower-oriented facets might cause flowers to spontaneously burst into bloom in random places, or if it was the effect of a sudden injection of Imbolc energy, either apart from or in conjunction with Valentine's day that could cause such a reaction... but either way, one of the carnations ends up in a buttonhole for a rather jaunty look.

The concept that someone might have simply left flowers for him did not appear to occur to him!

Chime! Madder seems to find the carnation quite pleasing - perhaps because they are both red?

...Art might not be able to tell Madder, from Cadmium, from Alizarin.

"Shoo, rosey." He says, not unkindly, it's just that the little fluttering Never is blocking his view of a book...

Naming them may come natural, but is fraught with danger as well - one might as well give names to the flock of sparrows that visits Bluebell's birdfeeder. Each a unique creature in it's own rights, but small and simple beings live a life of danger, and Thistle might never know why one simply doesn't show up the next day. Distraction? Misadventure? Who knows...

If you were to ask Thistle, they aren't... names. They're designations. Distinctions. That she always has a shiny foil wrapper or bit of candy for them tucked away in a pocket, well...