...all my flowers are dead

Devera tilted her head, taking a moment to decide how to respond. She didn't have the intuition that most people were born with. After a long pause, Why wouldn't I be able to stand you, anymore? It was a strange question, and she was so interested in the answer that she closed her book.

I just thought I might see some of the plants from my book out here. But I'm really bad at figuring out which ones are which. Some of the plants had similarities, and very minor differences. She'd been walking around until she gave up, and decided to just read. Ragnar's awkwardness, and the way he'd been staring, were things she was not oblivious to but chose to ignore. Nobody ever brought up how awkward she could be, after all.