Lion Head Mesa Every day like the one before

Poppy flowers are red, or orange, or pink, she explained. They look like a sunset. Their seeds make you sleep, and dull pain. A wistful smile touched her muzzle. Sometimes, when life is hard, poppy is all you need.

Jaes. She was peddling drugs to a young lady, which might be acceptable in Blackfeather Woods, but not in Akashingo.

Your father is good at making friends, she went on, grinning. And I understand you are a princess—which means you are very lucky. What are you interested in, that you've seen around here?

She left the water, finally, streams and droplets cascading down her ivory fur to the floor.