His sudden interest prompts a laugh. How can it not?

"Oh goodness, if I can even remember...this was many years ago, you understand." But she does think back to those times, happier times. When Honnleath had been more than just a collection of nightmares and bad memories. When there had been life, simple but honest, and Rosalie had toddled out into the fields to help collect flowers only to wind up with most of them stuck in her own curly blonde hair.

"Blue, I think. There were flowers that grew in the mountain hills, Crystal Grace, and they made for such lovely garlands."