Firefly Glen nightmare

Moss. She'd never have thought to use it for water other plants, unaware that it would soak up water as he described, another testament to his knowledge, she supposed. It was a wonder to her that such a thing was possible, that such creativity was possible to even think up such a solution.

Ears twitched at his further response, turning her head to look up at him, a touch surprised at the admission. Moonflowers? She repeated. I've never heard of them, or seen them. What are they like? They sounded pretty, just by the name, though she knew that names weren't always something to go by. It was why she had changed hers, after all.