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Phex rolled her eyes, giving Morgan a look.
"I hope you know how helpful you are."  The girl grinned, passing under the boughs. They seemed...stable enough. For now. She wondered how the woods were decimated.
"You ever seen a fire?" She asked, continuing to nose her way through the ashes and over the charred trunks. It was a graveyard of nature. 

Where there was a loss of life, there was often new life. She knew some plants liked the burnt ground. Perhaps it was something to do with minerals and nutrients, the stuff the plants ate. She often wondered how plants grew. Some seemed to need to be in the sun with lots of water. Some were the opposite. It confused the girl but hoped one day she'd find out why.