Jade Fern Grove 'Cause everybody knows something I don't wanna know

poisons? dinah asks, a brow furrowing. like, toxic plants? why would you wanna know about those?
she had always liked the simple beauty of the natural world, the one god built. it was so perfectly balanced in a way that was impossible for earthly beings to fully grasp. there were so many different kinds of flora, so many different animals, different rocks and sea creatures —
and yet all of that beauty had been ripped from her mercilessly.
i don't really know, i've never thought about it much, honestly, she asked herself the same question now. she so rarely picked flowers for herself, always others; always others who were now — maybe lavender. on the isle, there was this, like, huge field of lavender flowers.
she nearly chokes on the waver of her voice, the sudden drop of her stomach: my daddy loved them too.