Sun Mote Copse The Art of the Dinner Date

Wraen reminded her of the rather fantastical explanation, which earned a pursed lip from Sugar, but quickly went on to give one more rooted (pun intended) in fact. There wasn't really a reason given, though the pup could appreciate that the Sovereign was doing her best to make sense of something she didn't seem to fully know or understand herself.

They both studied the sticky yellow sap, Sugar's ears twitching as Wraen wove another tale. She didn't have a clue what she meant by "salt of the earth," although she supposed the leader had hit the nail on the head by saying it was a simple matter of being better equipped to naturally endure the elements. Sugar couldn't say how or why at this point, though it made sense to her with its broad strokes.

Speaking of which, Sugar Glider turned away from the fragrant sap and peered off into the rest of the forest, black eyes sweeping to and fro as she admired all the variation. It wasn't just the splendor of autumn hues but all the different characteristics among the flora that fascinated her. She hoped to one day catalog them all, though panoramic views like this one made her wonder if her little brain could possibly store all that information.

After drinking it all in for a moment, Sugar's eyes found Wraen's face again and she said, "Do you know if any of these plants can be used for med-ic-ine?" The last word came out slowly as Sugar did her best not to bungle its pronunciation.