Heron Lake Plateau you're an ancient ruin, a symbol of hubris and decay

Perhaps in the coming seasons the seeds would take root? Magnolia would check on this spot every few months, if that were the case. It could become a garden after all; she could call it Veran's Grove or something fancy; she saw the way he eyed the collection.

A lesson! Of course he'd want another. She'd already explained about the poppy seed, but there were other things worth sharing. Aye, then let's walk and talk!

The woman did not think of herself as a social butterfly (more like a fickle moth, flapping uselessly after one light or another as the desire caught on) but it was easy to put herself in to this teacher-and-student role.

You hunt much? Mag veered the conversation along with their path towards the waterway, walking in tandem with the boy.