The talk about Rowan

Syryn was anxious all evening. Taking a cue from Enkansh, he channelled the restless energy into exploring his home with Levia. 

He first came across an enormous garden where they grew several kinds of plants. The longer Syryn stared at the plants, the more familiar they began to seem to him. He was overjoyed to find that he was able to identify two of them. 

"Little blue beak," he whispered, caressing a delicate looking flower. 

"Meow." 

Syryn sharply turned to the right where a snow-white cat with blue eyes was staring at him. The cat was majestic to behold. It had luxurious thick white fur that appeared silky and clean. Its eyes were a shade of blue that Syryn hadn't seen on anyone else.

Levia made a growling sound and sniffed the air. She canted her head at the cat who merely rolled its eyes. 

"Milky," he whispered. Syryn's eyes went wide. He had remembered the cat's name. "Milky!"