Duck Lake on such a breathless night as this

Probably with something? Lily guessed, shrugging. They smell good, anyway. Like they'd be helpful. I'll ask Pema, I suppose. Now she was curious. Damn Gannet, putting plants in her head! Not literally, of course. Nooo. . .

She cast a rueful look at the moon, which was in a markedly different place than when she had first set out. I should be on my way home, soon, she murmured. I probably shouldn't have gone out in the first place. But it was nice to meet you, Lily added hastily, grinning. I don't regret the trip at all.

Good luck with your plant-searching, the blackbird continued, beginning to back away. And please do come to Elysium. I'm sure Pema would love to teach you all she knows. Once they had wrapped up their conversation, she skirted the edge of the lake and then peeled off toward the willows, cold but content.