Amy took out the flower that she tucked in her weapons belt. She was regarding its yellow petals with thoughtful eyes. She lifted it to her face and smelled it. Like a rose, she thought as Gilroy leaped over a rock in their path.
“That’s a Selila,” Geneva said as she slowed her pace to meet Amy.
“I’m sorry, Lady Geneva?”
“I said, that flower in your hands is called a Selila,” Geneva explained. “It is native to Saphira. Blooms only at night.”
“Oh.” Amy looked at the flower that the red-haired little girl had given her with renewed interest. “It is beautiful. I have never seen anything like it,” she added as she tucked it carefully back in her weapons belt. “I heard from your brother that your magic is different. More about plants and animals, is that right?”
Geneva shot her a look of
