He was on a mission. An important mission; he could not stand and gaze at flowers, there were things that needed to be done! Stupid 'Mon, He told himself firmly, and set his feet, taking a deep breath before he began walking again. It was really very important that he do this thing, and he had come here with a purpose.
A purpose which grew slowly less clear the more he wandered, in search of the perfect...the perfect something.
At last he came to a halt, eyes clouded and thoughts muddled by sudden uncertainty. What had he been doing? It had been really important... He turned his head slowly, looking out over the flowers...pretty, pretty flowers. His gaze was caught by the ripples they made on the land, and he could almost picture himself in the middle of a fire with no heat.
"Pretty," He sighed, and settled more comfortably on the path, assuming a sphinx-like position to gaze out across the rise.