Jade Fern Grove Superstition aims with imprecision

@Jaime <3

Dad had been on his mind a lot lately. He was technically an adult now, no matter how much he still felt like a child, and he was struggling to figure out who he was and what he was even supposed to be doing. He couldn't help feeling like these were things his dad might have been able to help him with were he still here. Sometimes he felt pretty angry that the universe left him here without any family, but mostly he was just sad. So he tried to find ways to feel better. 

Luckily, there was a forest the backed up against their territory and most days, Pheiros followed the stream from their borders and explored the variety of plants that grew there. He had recently developed a fascination with plants—where certain types grew and what they smelled and tasted like. It had been a good way to pass the time and made him feel like he was actually doing something useful. The weather had still been pretty wintery, but he saw evidence of spring from time to time. Today, the evidence was in the pretty flowers he found growing near the edge of the water. The plants were tall and thin and topped with flowers of the prettiest, deep purple he had ever seen. He leaned down and inhaled their light, clean scent; he liked it so much that he stood there for a few minutes and continued to breath in the air around the flowers. Strangely, he decided that he kind of wanted to smell like that too, so he plucked a few of the flowers from their stems and placed them on the ground in front of him. Then he lowered his head and pressed his cheek against the petals and pushed forward, slowly dragging his entire body against that spot on the ground. Once one side was taken care of, he rolled over onto his other side and repeated the move.