Swiftcurrent Creek In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas;

morwenna's gaze softened as she listened to arlette, the other woman's curiosity and assurance warming her in ways she had not expected. she nodded, a faint smile tracing her lips.

i did, once, she began, her voice steady but distant, as if recounting a tale from another life. it was emissary business. the climate was harsh, but the opportunity to learn was unmatched. every plant, every remedy—it felt like they carried the weight of survival in their leaves. she glanced toward the yarrow and marigold arlette had pointed out, a hint of fondness in her expression.

it was not easy, but it taught me patience... and respect for the resilience of life, she continued, her tone thoughtful. even in the harshest of places, there is always something to be learned. something to grow. she looked back at arlette, her smile softening further. you're kind to say i'm not a beginner, but there is still so much more to know. perhaps together, we can make this garden flourish.

her tail swept gently behind her as she added, after winter, we'll find what else can thrive here. i'm certain this place has its own secrets waiting to be discovered.