Dovecoo settled into her newly created nest with a happy sigh. The whole thing smelled of lilac and daisies, the flowers that her and Honeythistle had found. Now, it was time to rest and try out her new nest. She wasn’t completely sure where Honeythistle was, but she wasn’t worried. Ever since they’d met his mother, Honeythistle had been very attentive. Surely, he’d return soon. In the mean time, Dovecoo just wanted to relax; they’d been working practically all morning on her nest. Dovecoo shook her shoulders comfortably and turned her diamond gaze on her little weed which still stood strong to the side of her nest. The sight made her purr and she put her head down on the border of the nest, closing her eyes. He’s mind strayed to her new name. It was elegant and pretty and made her happier than she thought it would. While the queen missed her old name, she also appreciated the beauty of the new name. Happily, her mind moved on to other things as quickly as ever. Thoughts of Honeythistle popped in and out and she occasionally wondered where he was while wondering other things: like what flowers would sound like if they could talk.