Yavanna smiled softly, as she heard Saeril "Good morning, Saeril. Have a good night?" she asked her softly...as she stood up from the ground...stretching her legs. "Mhh, what a glorious morning." she smiled; breathing in the fresh air.

Kili awoke with a yawn, shaking his head slightly. Making the small butterfly fly away from a top of his nose. He sat up, stretching out his muscles "Good Morning Delva...Morning dear sister." he breathed out, in the moment. Not really noticing that he called Yavanna 'sister.' But in a way, it seemed appropriate, having been viewing her as one.

Hearing Kili, she smiled softly to herself. "Morning, snoring Mr." Yavanna said in a teasing tone. Indeed making young Kili chuckle at her comment.