Larksong Grotto death blossom

Easy drew back a measure, bemused by the odd strings of words coming out of his mouth. He sounded, she realized, rather like Daddy did when she woke him up in the middle of the night - and also a lot like Sunny and Adi had while they were at their sickest. He proved himself further to be sleep-muddled when he folded himself down like a fawn awaiting its mother. Easy felt much bigger, then.

"I think you're having fever dreams," she assured him. Geese were mean, of course, and they'd frightened her the first time she'd seen them migrating in such large numbers, but she'd never heard of a goose acting the way the man was trying to describe. Not even a really big goose. The man seemed unharmed, at any rate. Easy doubted he'd actually encountered the bird she'd been chasing. "You're not hurt, are you?" she pointed out, somewhat patronizing. "Just all dumb and sleepy. You're probably just sick."

As for the collar - well, Easy didn't know how to explain that one. Sometimes Lavender wore animal skins to keep warm, but this wasn't like any animal she knew. "Can I have that?" she repeated. "Since you don't want it. I'll help you get it off."