Mount Everfall wanting things from people who don't want to give them to me.

shh.

the man may as well have clamped his muzzle for it.

veran quickly stiffened, but not out of aggression. more with nerves rattling around in his small frame, no where to go and so they compacted upon one another.

just as he thought of the yarrow to make the man purge;

he also thought of the seeds the man consumed. he thought of seeing it first hand. he thought of giving instead of taking.

it was a horrible thought, but he could not help it as he watched the one-eyed man.

wondering when (if) the poppy seeds became noticeable outwardly.