Lost Creek Hollow were you there to bedevil and beguile?

unbalance, confuse, strike — such was merrick's growing approach toward those around him. though within the comfort of the hollow, there would be no blow. and so vuk, whether or not she understood it, was in no danger from merrick. not today. "i actually know nothing about plants," he answered with a small smile. "i prefer to look at the stars. but they aren't as helpful, it seems."
he nosed around a trio of half-buried stones and straightened. a patch of small white flowers, though he wasn't sure if it was what vuk was searching for. they looked rather indistinguishable from wildflowers to the boy. "is this yarrow?"