Moonspear making the rounds

She giggled at his response to being normal, rolling her eyes again and returning his gesture of sticking out his tongue. Charon was right, though, in many ways she would not be considered normal. Her love for herbs made her odd, so what good was it to be normal after all? Well, she didn't exactly go around drooling in other's faces but still.

He approved of her silly comment with a laugh, but his tone turned more serious only a moment later. For a moment she was ready to laugh, thinking he was joking. Yet his face and his voice told her that he was truly asking. She too grew more serious, thinking on it a little. "Not...not really. No, they don't talk to me. I feel...I feel like I connect to them somehow, like looking for herbs I'm...right in a way that I normally feel...different. No talking, though." She struggled with her own explanation. Herbs made her feel calm, she felt like she was herself when she looked for herbs. She'd tried to hide her obsession, or dampen it, and with herbs she didn't have to worry about it. They didn't judge, and they didn't change.

"Do the stars talk to you?" She asked with wonder, her face clear of judgment. "What do they say?"