Lion Head Mesa hazelnut dreams

Feel free to interpret this sign however you may desire. Haizel will blindly agree because Haizel is a giant toasted marshmallow man.

I - uh - Haizel, being a gardener by passion, did not necessarily expect that any sort of higher power would come to him with dreams that meant anything. Wouldn't that be better suited for Senmut or another priest? He wasn't even sure why he'd been given that title. The man hadn't been counting for how long these types of dreams had been going on. -it's been in my dreams for- oh, how long has it been? When did winter start? A week, maybe?

Oh, Great and Glorious Toula wouldn't be pleased to hear of his dreams, would she? He didn't want to cause unrest within the palace... or the... other palace. There were two now. Twice as many flowers, but... twice as many wolves to keep safe, if this was as serious as Senmut said. His soft features folded into a frown, tucking his tail awkwardly around his paws. And it's... always the snake-lady, Re...nen...ut...et? and She's always making the flowers grow. Is it... bad? Or... good or - what is it, Senmut? his voice quivered slightly on the edge of the words. And why did She choose me over you?