[color=gold]The boy[/color] carefully eyed his surroundings. The rocky, dry ground by the mountain side wasn't exactly the place where one would expect to find a flower. When [color=salmon]Lyra[/color] suddenly came to his level he seemingly jumped a bit again; as if she had pulled him out mid-thought. [color=salmon]"What color is it? Is your mother sick?"[/color], she asked him. When [color=bisque]Abel[/color] came down he actually turned to look at them again. [color=bisque]"You wouldn't happen to know what type of flower it is, would you?"[/color]

Still a bit apprehensive but not equally troubled as before the thin built boy looked down to his now dusty and dirty bare feet. Under his breath he said, [color=gold]"Mommy is not sick. She is very, very sad." [/color] The boy lifted his eyes towards [color=coral]Steven[/color] that now stood next to Lyra. [color=gold]"I wanted to find a detèmine. I heard from the shoemaker that he had see one somewhere here by the gate. It is lavender, almost white."[/color] The timid voice began to tremble slightly as he again turned to continue his search behind another, this time a bigger boulder that cast a shadow around it's root.

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