Emberwood I had a dream of the pale morning sky

I miss my family too. She wanted to ask if they had died, if it had been as horrible as the way Rose had died. Instead she thought on what he'd said about ginger and added, I've always thought all roots look a little like claws. They are sort of like a plant's feet, aren't they? As close as they have, Reverie followed him to that first tree and inspected the dirt around it. She wasn't quite sure what they were looking for above ground, but her trained eye zeroed in on each hint of plant life. Second nature to her, by now; she'd done this for as long as she could remember.