Blackfeather Woods ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

So engrossed she was in the plant that she didn't even notice the assault from behind. The dead plant thwacked against the back of her head, and she spun with a snarl, bicolored eyes flashing. "Knock it off," she growled at the girl, bristling. "Can't you see I'm trying to do something?"

Wasn't she like six months old by now? Maegi had been far more mature at that age--not to mention verbal.

Maegi turned back to the plant, an almost apologetic look on her face. She gently prodded the flowers, the leaves. "Pretty," she murmured, smiling. "But what do you do?" Gingerly, she leaned forward and tore off a tiny tip of one leaf with her teeth, holding it on her tongue for a moment before swallowing. Surely, nothing was deadly in this small of an amount, and even if it did make her sick, she could always eat some yarrow and vomit, right?

Reluctantly, she rotated to face the girl again, grimacing. "What is your problem, anyway?" she asked again. "Even Mou can speak a little bit, and he almost died."