Blackfeather Woods silently he came

The man's arid suggestion had him shift closer to the plant, peering at it curiously. Trial, and error. And though the boy had a great deal of curiousity, he found it of great stupidity to eat a plant that could kill you. And with knowing nothing of the doses, he decided such things would be better learned through observation, first. 

Nevertheless, under Cicero's gaze, the boy sniffed delicately the plant, remembering it well, the scent and the appearence of the deadly thing before him. His gaze looked to Cicero, not quite willing to try the plant and hoping that the male thought no less of him. One day, perhaps. "Thank you, Cicero." He said sincerely, glad that the man had been able to tell him somethings. With a small smile he dipped his head respectfully as he felt he ought to do, and slipped away...wondering at the man who created equal feelings of awe and nervousness within him