Submission (#5) Approved

It was a perfect summer day, the sky blue with only traces of clouds, warm but not sweltering. The fields were filled with blooming flowers, and humming could be heard throughout, the bees hard at work. Krill hopped along a path that wove through the field, enjoying the sights and sounds of summer. They stopped to pick up a bumblebee which had rolled onto its back, and as it flew away, they heard the sound of somebody walking a distance behind them.
Turning around, Krill could see another terra coming down the same path, a woven basket in one paw. She was white, with sweet-looking accents, and seemed to be looking for something. Krill tilted their head to one side, watching her for a bit.
The other terra looked up, spotting Krill. She sent a signal to Krill - I can’t find the flowers I’m looking for - and swished her tail in agitation.
What flowers? Krill sent back. The terra replied with, I don’t know, if I did I would have found them by now. Duh. Her appearance made her look shy and gentle, but she seemed grumpy.
I’ll help you look, Krill offered, trotting over. The other terra shrugged. The two walked along for a bit, Krill pointing out different flowers, but the other terra didn’t seem satisfied with the help.
So, what’s your name? Krill asked.
Meringa. She looked idly at a yellow rose before turning away.
I’m Krill. Meringa nodded. Krill was somewhat put off by her grumpy attitude, but she wasn’t mean, so they figured it was just what she was like.
They’re pink, and sort of fluffy, Meringa sent.
?, Krill responded.
The flowers. The ones I’m looking for, they’re pink and fluffy. I’ve seen them before, sent Meringa. Krill nodded. Then, their tail perked up, remembering where they had seen flowers like that before.
Like these? Krill sent, sending an image of the flowers they were thinking of. Meringa perked up.
! Yes, those.
Come, I’ll take you to where I saw them. Krill beckoned Meringa down a small hill, and after a moment the two came across some dark bushes with those same fluffy pink flowers. Meringa sent a happy signal, and picked several, putting them in her basket. When she was done, she turned to Krill.
Thank you, she said, bobbing her head. Krill did the same, and the other terra walked off, leaving Krill to enjoy the beautiful day again.
As she walked down the path, Krill watched her go. Though she was a bit hard to like at first, they wondered if she would come back to the field looking for flowers again. Krill hoped so.