Heron Lake Plateau you're an ancient ruin, a symbol of hubris and decay

in his excitement, he had not realized that personal space might be advisable when one carried something.

but soon enough she was offering it to him. in a way, he was allowed to look at the contents.

oh! you saved some of the yarrow. his tail continued its excited pace behind him. carefully he sniffed along the other things she had brought. unable to place the weird caps. it was the black seeds he hovered off the longest, though.

perplexed.

he remembered how easily some seeds could kill apparently. his head pulled back upright as he looked towards her blush gaze.

are you gardening?

which was perhaps a lighter question than asking the purpose of the seeds. if they were good or bad, or something inbetween.