Sun Mote Copse The Art of the Dinner Date

The use of the word "most" did not escape the apprentice's notice. She trailed after the Sovereign as she led her toward a small glen of evergreens, then listened attentively as Wraen spun a colorful tale about them. Although Sugar was quite down to earth, she appreciated the story's creativity and waved her tail. It was the facts, not the fiction, that truly captured her interest though. She wondered exactly how and why they lived up to their name by staying ever green.

Before she could press the matter, Wraen pointed out some berries. At some point in the future, it would occur to Sugar to learn more about toxins despite her horrible experiences, because of them even. If she knew what was poisonous, she could avoid it and help others do so as well. Currently, all the youth could think of was that horrible purple flower and her nose wrinkled as she shook her head. Even if she ingested them in small doses without issue, she certainly wasn't taking the risk.

"How come the evergreens get to keep their leaves? Is it because they're shaped like needles?" Sugar didn't know how those two characteristics correlated, it was merely an observation.