Meadowlark Prairie the birds and the bees

She chuckled softly, thinking of Blue helping her out. Truly, she hadn't even considered it. They didn't do much communicating beyond some strange form of telepathy, and even then, she doubted any directions given by her to the bird would be comprehended. She could train him, she supposed? But that seemed like a lot of work; she was more keen to just let him be.

Seeds, Maegi clarified. No more than two or three at a time. I. . . She trailed off, mulling whether or not she should reveal her own troubled past with the plant. Ah, well, personal examples tended to be compelling. I once took too many. Three times that, maybe more. I almost died; if my friends hadn't found me, and gotten me to throw the seeds up, I wouldn't be here.

She drew her tongue along her jowls, disturbed at the bitter taste she found there—as if the seeds rested on her lips, now. Yarrow, if you want to make a wolf vomit, the Melonii explained. Helps with any poison, or at least all the ones I've dealt with.