Whitefish River This is your heart, it's alive, it's pumping blood

Her ears were up, and she drank all of this in--thankful that mom didn't seem bothered by her lack of enthusiasm towards the hunt as Work and even agreed that hunting wasn't much fun. Yeah, it was important and yeah, she knew how to do it but that was about as far as she was happy to go lately, so nodded; she of course was quick to doubt that she would need to ever be fully alone, not so long as she had her sister, but that wasn't really a concern right now, either.

Anyway, she was definitely fine to see the topic shift willingly to the plants. Much easier to digest right now, she felt, as she listened onward and felt herself relax a bit as she did. She didn't spare a lot of thought into whether or not her expression reflected that, though. A little.. maybe. I want to find Spica soon, she mentioned, just to be sure that her sister wasn't going to get into anything too interesting without her in the meantime. How do you know which plants are for which stuff, anyway? she asked. There's so many different shapes of them.. and they're all different in certain places like.. I like the plants here a lot more than the plains, she mentioned. The variety at the riverside gave her a lot to think about, whereas she did not have a discerning enough eye to appreciate different types of grassy growths yet.