Meadowlark Prairie toccato and fugue in d minor

left to speculate about these herbs in silence, the boy was but a still shadow beside his mother as the two spoke, the picture of calm as he listened while the adults spoke, following the conversation in silence despite the curiousity that welled within him, at these herbs that this woman so wanted, to collect? did they have worth? et he was silent, waiting, mind plucking whatever of interest he could from the conversation, content to simply sit and observe.