you were the one

Nerian was at the garden tending to a very rare and poorly withered cayenne pepper plant when she heard the call of the child. Nerian smiled, she missed her little one, and she was old enough that Nerian didn't fear breaking her like she did Thistle's pups. Nerian howled to her in return drawing the young one to the garden, that den was not hers anymore and she didn't want Ragnar thinking she was trying to sleep there anymore, she was in enough trouble already.

While she waited for Chrysanthemum she used her conch shell to bring water back and forth to the garden watering each plant. Under her care all but the pepper plant were thriving. The pepper plant was the newest edition and might have been doing better if she had gotten it here sooner instead of leaving it to scorch on the ground for a few days while she tended her sister wife.

Nerian finished watering the medicinal plants and sat where she could offer the weakest plant her shadow protecting it from what heat she could.