Larksong Grotto All my friends are heathens

The grotto seemed a whole new world with all the information he had now. Some herbs he found were in abundance compared to those in the wood, and vice versa.  He ran through everything Potema has taught him over and over until it was near impossible to forget. The final promise he had made to her, to never forget. Herbs, now, he could focus on. Religion, Mephala, Raas-far to disorienting for right now. 

So he focus on herbs. Plants. Poisons. His family has smothered him in affection, he had in return done the same, but now he slipped away to explore the territory he once new, occasionally sniffing at a herb of plant, eyes catching a particularly dangerous one from time to time but making to move to investigate.

Alone, with his thoughts, slowly he wandered.