Heron Lake Plateau j'ai toujours vécu ici pourtan

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She grinned at her daughter's response, tail waving as she approached closer. The bank of the lake was all but a bog after the spring's rains, and Raven felt the almost-satisfying-but-mostly-just-kinda-gross squelch of sticky mud between her toes as she leaned in to nose Phoebe's cheek. Each of her children was so different; Vasa was her little warrior, Kite the curious and questioning one, Owen the troublemaker, and Phoebe the inquisitive drifter with interests that almost fell into Raven's areas of expertise. She wondered if the girl might grow up to be a healer herself one day. If nothing else, she'd have a wealth of knowledge about useful plants and herbs to carry with her. So many seemed to place value on physical strength, but in Raven's opinion, knowledge was the most powerful weapon of all. And as the child of a certified nerd like Raven, Phoebe would be a formidable opponent in a battle of wits...or at least a battle of flowers, anyway.

"A few," she replied with a sigh, looking around at the greenery that surrounded them. "It's still a little early in the season yet. We've had a lot of rain though so we should be up to our elbows in good stuff soon." She took a step and the silence following her words was punctuated sharply by a thick sucking noise and then a gross squelch, resulting in her sinking up to her ankle in the muck. She couldn't help but laugh, tail waving again as she looked at her youngest with amusement. "Good grief, child. What are you doing in this mess?"