Redsand Canyon Rooftop conversations

Turmeric's belly did a little flip-flop when Thyme suggested - rather decisively - that they march on up to the talking rocks and ask if they, y'know, talked. And his stomach flip-flopped a little more when Thyme started talking to them again - and they talked back, right on cue.

Still, curiosity would kill him. He eyed the walls of the canyon with a long glance, but an eager smile pulled at the corner of his lips. The idea of any rock talking to him was spooky at best, but maybe they held secrets to the herbs and toxins that grew here, being of the earth, and all, and being way older and probably wiser than he or Thyme or even mom was about healing and poisons and stuff!

"Yeah, let's do it!" Turmeric said with a grin, stomach still flip-flopping, but motivations strong enough to stifle the urge to curl up and pee himself. "Mission Rocky-Talky is a go!" and he'd already scoped out the perfect rock to start with. With a tip of his nose he pointed to a spot a little way up the cliffside - a crack, in the canyon wall. "And I bet that's one of them! C'mon, race you there!"