Memories.

"That scent..." The blood elves nostrils flared as his head turned to the side, sniffing at the air in hopes his nose will guide him to the source of the aroma as he carefully pushes his "human" friend gently to the side, "I recognise that scent, Nathyn."
"Of course you would, Sunbane. Those are peacebloom, a common plant that you mortals like to use in common professions." The human's deep voice softly echoed through the silent trees as he pursued the dark haired elf.
"I know what peacebloom's are, Nathyn. I just, I haven't seen one in so long." The blind elf huffed and stopped in his tracks, lowering his head and sniffing again, ears twitching lightly at the sound of grass crunching behind him, then suddenly a gentle tug at his arm took him by surprise, causing him to jump a little.
"They're right here, Vekusen. Crouch down."
The elf did as he was told, and slowly crouched down, reaching a hand out blindly to grasp at where he was hoping the plant would be, and a small sigh seemed to come from the being beside him.
"Come here, Vekusen. Let me take your hand."
The elf pouted a little, clearly reluctant to be helped but did as he was told, the air suddenly whipping at his flesh as he realised Nathyn had removed his glove. He was about to question the reason for this before he felt his hand get guided towards the gentle petals of the peacebloom, causing his fingers to twitch at such a delicate and sensitive feel. Dark eyebrows raised as realisation struck the elf, and suddenly memories flooded his mind.

Screams of playful and happy children echoed around the young elf as his fingers ran across the petals of the illuminous plant, a small smile spread over the boy's lips as he carefully began to pluck one or two of the plants from the ground, eyes examining the purity of the flowers before he began to push himself up, being as careful as he could so he would not bring harm to the plants.
"'Ey! Vekusen! What're you doing over here?! Why ain't you playing with us?!" A familiar female voice boomed in the young Sunbane's sensitive ears, causing him to jump and drop the flowers, turning his gaze from the now partially wrecked flowers to that of his blonde best friend, who in return was staring at the flowers in curiosity. "Are you picking flowers? Vekusen! That's what girls do! Hehe, what on Azeroth are you picking flowers for? Are they for someone?!  I thought you were strong. Strong people don't pick flowers!" The girl began to giggle gently, her fingers lacing together as she placed her hands behind her back, twirling a little on the spot.
"That's none of your business, Yousha! I wasn't picking these for any one!" Vekusen replied stubbornly, folding his arms over his chest and turning his head away from the blonde in an attempt to hide his rosey cheeks. As he did this he stepped back a little, the flowers crunching beneath his feet as he begins to dig his toes into them, crushing them even more. "I was just smashing them!" He eventually barks out, in an attempt to hide the fact he was actually picking them for somebody.
Yousha frowned a little, a bit disappointed that the future rogue was crushing such delicate and peaceful herbs. "Well all right, whatever you say, Veku! But won't you come and play with us? Pleaaase! We're all having so much fun, you should come have fun too!" The blondes words were cut off as another female seemed to be shouting towards her; Vekusen's twin to be exact. "Klyra's waiting, come on!" She turned her back hastily on her friend, running off after the other dark haired girl and leaving Vekusen behind.
Hanging his head, he stepped back off of the flowers and crouched down once again, eyebrows furrowed and ears drooping a little at the ends as he poked at the mangled remains, letting out a gentle sigh and frowning. To be exact, he was actually picking the flowers to offer them as a gift towards Yousha, whom he had developed a small childish crush on, all though every time he tried, he would give up and either present the beautiful herbs to his mother or just hide/destroy them. Sighing yet again sadly, he pushed himself up and brushed his dirty hands off on his chest before pursuing the blonde, shouting after her to wait up and waving his arm frantically.

"Vekusen?"
The soft deep voice of the disguised dragon snapped the blind elf out of his daydream, his head shaking lightly, "Sorry, I was just thinking..." He paused for a moment. "...Remembering, really." Carefully he pulled himself up, grinning over at the ginger-haired human. "Come on, let's move on. I can't keep Grimm waiting again." Once again the elf seemed to dust himself off, despite the fact he had no need to, slipping his glove back on after Nathyn had jabbed it into his hands.
"Of course, I do have a mate to return to after all." Nathyn chuckled lightly, stepping ahead of Vekusen as normal so the elf could follow the sound of his footsteps, a small smile embedding itself onto the face of Sunbane at the gentle childish innocence he used to once contain, and those who he held close so dearly...