Sun Mote Copse It is raining in my heart

Weejay would have positively flipped to learn about Yggdrasil, and her author politely requests that Wraen tell Weej about it someday. Weejay took in a breath long enough for Wraen to inquire of her garden: at that very question, it was as if the shell hadn't been stepped out of, but ceremoniously chucked (or should I say shucked, to make a pun joke?).

"I planted lots of things! There's wildflowers I found in the valley that I planted for my mom. They're in all sorts of colors. There's these crinkle flowers, they're the flowers my friend found for me! They're reddish, like Elfie! I have a few daisies, too! There's white ones, which are pretty, but not my favorite flower. I like the purple ones! They're called wandering daisies. Then there's some black-eyed susans - those are the yellow flowers with black centers - sometimes they're red close to the center, which I like better.. but I think my favorite is the indian paintbrush! It's red and really pretty. Do you have a favorite flower?" Weejay practically lurched towards Wraen in bug-eyed excitement. Maybe in the spring, they could go flower-hunting together!