Blackfeather Woods far away across the field

she has more question, but there is no backbone of anger to thoses ones. he listens, and dips his head a fraction, once, and then his muzzle lowered once to rest near the center of the three piles - the dumb cane. he was still a long moment, and his throat shifted, as if the word there inched toward his muzzle slowly, painfully. " Faaz"  the word is gutteral, low, and sounds more like the creaking of an acient tree trunk than daedric. it is the first time the boy has spoken since his return, and at this he falls silent once more. then, the jimson weed. this one, he touches, shearing a fragment of one of the leaves with a quick bite. poised, he holds it betwixt his fangs, and then it disappears down his throat. he is not an addict like the patchwork man, but the hallucinations that come show him things that only aid him, in the end. he withdraws, watching, judging the girl's next move. this is every bit a test as it is a gift.