Fairspell Meadow Flowers and boys mix well

Her eyes followed his suggestion—clearly perking up when she saw what he was pointing to. Prowling over, Lotus skimmed a paw over the log, turning it quickly—studying it. All but two seconds later she deemed it worthy, and rolled it to the water, filling it up with some water.

As she did so, one charcoal-tipped ear cast in the direction of her brother’s voice, a light cackle of amusement escaping her before she slid a paw over her mouth—mirthful. “I’m going to ask her if we can heal anything with ‘em,” she decided then—wondering just how Meadow would actually react.