The Heartwood Dance fruits.

jr watches as her mother sniffs at the berry patch warily. a small tilt of her head is given, leaning down to mimic: sniffing at the berries.

to her, they smell sweet. perhaps, to her sensitive nose in an effort to compensate for her deafness, sickeningly so. so sweet it makes her teeth ache slightly.

but nothing in their look or scent that triggers any red flags in her instincts —

that was until her mother goes on to explain that some berries could make them very sick.

-oh...- jr signs, a little deflated; brow furrowing in puzzlement as she looks from her mother to the berries and then back again. -how do we know if they'll make us sick?!- she asks with the unbidden curiosity of the child she was, assuming that her mom knew everything, if simply because she was her mom.

she watches warily as towhee eats a berry, watching her face studiously for any changes that may require her getting help.