Meadowlark Prairie the birds and the bees

She glanced away, a little embarrassed at the apology. It wasn't Willoughby's fault, after all, although Maegi knew where she was coming from. She seized on the less-emotional sentiments, instead. I'm still learning, too, the Melonii said humbly, lowering her head in slight deference to all those who had taught her. You never should stop learning.

Yarrow has white petals, with light golden fronds in the middle of them, she explained. The stems look kind of fuzzy. If I see it, I'll point it out. She hadn't, so far. Not much more than the poppies and some weeds around here, it seemed.

Maegi turned to Willoughby again. Do you know lavender? she asked. It's super easy to spot, and I hear it helps calm wolves down—maybe it could help them sleep without being dangerous, like poppies could be.