Wheeling Gull Isle but sleep won't set me free

Oh—she took the explanation with a small smile. So he had pegged her right, after all. Well. . .she wouldn't exactly call herself 'wise,' but she did know a lot about green things, good and bad. Maegi cocked her head slightly at his next question, and then shook it, scuffing the dirt gently (and a little ruefully) with her forepaw.

Plants, she murmured, staring down for a moment. I have tried to heal, but most of my patients were too far gone. She smelled blood, suddenly, and amniotic fluid. The girl dying under her paw.

Her ears half-folded back as she tried to keep the memories at bay, instead looking at the man. I'm more familiar with poisons, plants that harm. And plants that. . . How to describe it? Send you into dreams. Alter your reality. Poppies, if you take enough. And others, far more powerful.

He was intriguing, and her earlier irritation was fading fast. I'm Maegi, she introduced herself. And you?