[@BytheSpleen][@Lord Santa][@Baklava]

[color=teal]"Säätur,"[/color] Lyra asked him, [color=teal]"how long have you been searching for this flower?"[/color]

Säätur turned to the caring woman and this time he seemed to be rather easy. He had already been disturbed by the same a few times so she was no longer a stranger. [color=gold]"Since sunrise,"[/color] he said innocently and began climbing up the mountain side to continue his search a bit higher. At first he didn't mind - or notice for that matter - that [color=coral]Steven[/color] and [color=bisque]Abel[/color] started heading to the town. Säätur considered holes and cracks in the warm Northern mountain side. He kept looking for any sign of vegetation when he reacted to the noise of Steven's armor. He turned and called the two louder than he had spoken to anyone in the group of strangers so far, [color=gold]"um, sirs, if you see a detémine, would you mind holding to it until we see again?"[/color]

A warm wind sweeped across the greenery. When it hit the North-Western corner of the fields where the travelers were, it lifted a cloud of sand and dust in the air. Säätur lifted his small hand to protect his eyes from the road dust. The strong wind made his big clothes press against his fragile body which made him seem skinnier than before.