Kintla Flatlands For just as Every Seed holds the Power

Well — Everest had been right about one thing, at least: these were very weird things. Easy listened attentively, not showing her confusion. While some of these facts were interesting, she didn't understand why one might want to learn them, nor where Everest had learned them in the first place. But not all things were meant for her to be understood. She could accept and respect that these things excited the young woman.

"I didn't know any of those weird things," Easy readily admitted, her tail wagging in encouragement. "Where did you learn all that? You can't have seen every bird yourself yet, have you?"

And, although Easy couldn't see herself ever need to know these things, it was pleasant enough conversation. And if Everest was a collector of facts and knowledge, this was something that ought to be encouraged. Not all knowledge was as... unconnected as whether a bird flew backwards or forwards. Easy though that plants, for instance, might become this young woman's forte. Easy had always found them terribly fiddly, and she could never quite remember what was meant to hurt and what was meant to heal — and how those things ought to be used!