Moonspear grey area

Yes, she confirmed for him, these are some of the things there. The most prominent, to be sure. The grass beneath your foot, the stones alongside and around it—and even under the grass is the dirt that has turned to mud. But there is more, if you pay close enough attention, she informed, drawing her wrist against the blade of grass beneath his chin. The strongest thing upon that blade of glass, beyond the raindrops, ought to be me. Can you sense it now? she inquired, ears pricked forward as she observed him.