Sun Mote Copse you stay on my mind

The picture that Wraen sketched was terrifying. Mushrooms everywhere, and a lot of them poisonous and ready to assassinate his poor children. It was enough to make Eljay nervous and he could feel panic restrict his throat. Wraen went on to explain that maybe it was better to educate them and let them know what stuff they could safely eat rather than restrict them on what they shouldn't do. Eljay wanted to, he really did, but he also was just so scared that they would get hurt. And what if they would get hurt because he told them they could eat a certain plant and they mistook it for a different one? What if...

Eljay bobbed his head as Wraen asked about his medical training. He supposed he could teach them a thing or two, but would they even care so much? It already felt like it was hard to contain them now, what if it would only get harder and what if they wouldn't be interested? What if they would think he was lame? The thought of his own children laughing in his face over trying to teach them about plants made Eljay's gut wrench and throat tighten.

I guess I could try to teach them some things about plants, he said, sounding discouraged and half-hearted about this, even though the cause for this had nothing to do with the teaching bit or Wraen's suggestions at all, and only with the things inside his own head.