Cricket Creek Bog so peace be with every place that you had

aengus' approval was all weejay needed. the smile that had been tentative before unfurled into full bloom, even reaching the soft chestnut of her gaze. "yay!" she exclaimed, genuinely joyed he liked them. for a second there, she had been worried the indian paintbrush wouldn't pass muster.

moving onto the wilted flowers aengus brought her -- she had never seen them before. she frowned with concentration as she studied them. their petals were unusual and foreign to her, but their stem resembled some of the other plants she had seen before. "these are so cool!" weejay practically bellowed once her inspection was complete, glancing at her new friend with glee. "i'm whisky jack redhawk-blackthorn!" it was quite a mouthful, so weejay unnecessarily added: "you can call me weejay."