Sun Mote Copse It is raining in my heart

Weejay didn't think Wraen had detected her lie - that was her youth and inexperience showing, for she was not yet old enough to recognize, adults often could fill in the blanks on what was not said. She smiled briefly as Wraen mentioned plants had a habit of returing -- yet her expression turned more serious as the topic delved into something else: trades.

Her daddy had talked to her about healing, and Weejay had seemed interested - but so far, she hadn't had a chance to put any practicalities to use.. And she found, that the more she spent with others, the more tired she was - so maybe, she wasn't the social butterfly she had once assumed herself to be. It could have all been circumstantial too (not that Weejay picked up on it): she was young, she was growing, she was stressed, she missed Elfie -- any adult could see, that things were a bit topsy-turvy in Weejay's World presently.

"Is naturalist closest to plant-tending? Daddy showed me some plants and what they do for healing, but I like tending to them better than people."