Gareth watched that small flower come fluttering down and come to rest on the floor, hopelessly cut from its base and doomed to shrivel.
If it meant something he tried not to think about it.

His eyebrows shot up as he heard the harsh invective from Winter. It was barely cruel by anyone's standards but hers, but it was still an uncharacteristically mean thing for Winter to say, knowing her as he did.
The magician looked at her in surprise, given no time to recover since her outburst. "You think he would do that to us? I mean, to his brothers? I can't imagine Orcs are any more willing to shed family blood than humans are."

He scrunched his face up and stroked his nonexistent beard. "I just don't understand it... none of this makes sense."