BreezeFlower

"Breezie!!!" A call echoed across the LunarSpirit Clan grounds that bounced from tree to tree, from rock to rock, from reed to reed.
BreezeFlower rolled her eyes. She had just finished patting down the dirt from her fresh seeds of her daisies, and it looked like someone broke all the quietness.
Dayvlin rushed into the peaceful scene, his wings flapping.
Such a silly mate.
Rushing into the open.
Disturbing a wonderful moment.
"What?" BreezeFlower said tonelessly, as she moved on to shoveling a small hole into the dirt to plant some more reeds.
Dayvlin finally arrived at her side. "Oh, beautifying our society huh?" He said airily.
“Duh, yeah,” BreezeFlower grumbled. She sprinkled a few windy reed seeds inside her little hole. “Why do you have to disturb all this quiet? I love it.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” BreezeFlower waved her claws. “Why don’t you go play with Song? He needs company.”
“Oh, ok,” Dayvlin said. “I guess me and Song need a father to son time, don’t we?”
“Yeah,” BreezeFlower agreed, now patting the soft soil on top of the reed seeds. As Dayvlin left, BreezeFlower’s heart tightened with love for the nature around her. They looked very kind and sweet, and BreezeFlower knew with all her heart that they deserved to be cared for correctly. The flowers seemed to sing and whisper their thanks as the reeds whistled. Gentle gusts of breeze floated airily in the sky, comforting BreezeFlower, caring for her. That was why she named her son Song. It was because of the happy music from life all around her. And Dayvlin, her mate, just made things better.