Meadowlark Prairie the birds and the bees

She sure was ebullient, this one. It lay in stark contrast to Maegi's impassive mien, but that was fine. Some days it would have bothered her, but today was a fine afternoon. Blue was back, and her family (well, most of it) too. She was happy to spend time with the excitable girl.

Moss runs out quickly, yes, Maegi remarked, then shook her head at the question. Blue is just my friend. He does his thing and I do mine. He just likes to hang around. As if to emphasize this point, the grackle emitted a squawk, then began to preen at his sleek plumage, gleaming in the sun.

The bright red of poppy flowers caught her eye, and she wandered toward them. Poppy is good for pain, and if a wolf can't sleep, she explained, looking back at Willoughby. But you can't take too many seeds at a time. It becomes a poison, and will put you to sleep forever. As it almost once had for her.