Blackfeather Woods I send a pestilence, a plague

He figures that by now everyone in the Woods knew of his agnosticism and misotheism. It was quite a big deal in a religious cult, even bigger because his mother was a priestess, and even bigger because he had attempted to become a priest. He accepted the societal shunning he was given, especially that by his family, so Cicero's continued interest in him confused him. Especially the mundaneness of his questions. He turned to his uncle, a perplexed expression on his face. Shouldn't you know? He asks. Muña says that you like using herbs for weird things. He says it a third teasing, a third confused, and a third intrigued, wondering just what his uncle got up to with their herb store.