[h1][center][color=royalblue]Bradley Drake, Jr.[/color][/center][/h1]

Flowers. It was a book about flowers. And what's worse, its poetry about flowers. While some of the epics Bradley has read are considered being poems, he wasn't a fan of how rhimey-whimey and wishy-washy some were. Still, though, Bradley was interested in knowing a few things about learning more flora, and seeing just how well he did giving a first impression to the other three, having at least one friend would be nice. 

Bradley bit his tongue, trying his very best not to be as brash as he normally is. Yes, he is self aware of how rambunctious he can be, although sometimes he just can't help it. He backed up a few feet away, figuring that she's either the easily frightened type, before crossing his arms.

[color=royalblue]"Flowers, eh? You into 'em or something? Closest the sea's got to flowers are sea anenomes, though they ain't plants, they're animals.  Heh, funny thing, I think they were named aft'r flowers? You know about anemones?"[/color]

Smooth, Bradley. Smooth.

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