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Trotting alongside the Moonspear healer, Lucas felt he was learning more than he had in a while. That wasn't to say that the troupe hadn't taught him a lot, or Govinda; it was just that their teachings didn't have far-reaching practical applications. Speedy's knowledge could be used to help others in a real way, more than mere entertainment ever could. Luc wanted to discover all there was to know about it so that one day, he could lend his aid, too.

Yellow, gold, red flowers, skinny leaves, he repeated back, swinging his tail as he peered down at what would become a marigold plant in the spring. He bobbed his head when she described its scent, though he knew he would have a hard time picking it out. Lucas thought every kind of flower smelled divine; how could he possibly tell one apart from another? With time, perhaps his nose would become as well-tuned to individual aromas as hers was. What other kinds of plants are there for healing? he wondered.