Silvertip Mountain The ripple effect

Mason nodded as his Dad agreed to do it now. “Yeah!” He exclaimed, and immediately stood up with a swish of his tail. He stepped out across the frosty bank, unsure of what they would find in such conditions. “So I remember you telling me that more types of herbs grow near to the water, right? So in winter they’re better off, ‘cause then they can still get the water from the stream and under the lake-ice since it doesn’t freeze the whole lot?”

Mason’s knowledge of how roots obtained water was expectant that the roots led all the way underground to the body of water they wished to drink from, however his theory was solid in principle otherwise. He stepped carefully as Dad has always showed him, wary of treading on an important herb as though it were a weed.

“So… how’s Zaria?” He hadn’t seen her since the beating. He didn’t really want to, but he was interested to know if her demeanour had changed. She seemed more feisty recently, from speaking with Steady and his own observations.