Cricket Creek Bog so peace be with every place that you had

the silver girl seemed uncertain before she asked aengus to show her where he had found the orange flowers. the boy wondered if she trusted him to be able to bring her more, or if she trusted him at all to be able to find these flowers again. for a moment, his chest seized, before she mentioned that she needed to know what kind of soil and stuff they liked. from hurt to confused, aengus transitioned very choppily. when he arrived at confusion station, his mental train seemed to want to take a break and booted him out.
 
“soil?” the boy asked her with squinted eyes. “is that like dirt or something?” he then prodded further. boy, you’re gonna feel really stupid when she tells you it’s something like the chemicals in the rain water that they get that only certain special wolves can smell he might have mentally reprimanded himself if he knew anything at all. instead, he just motioned with his muzzle for her to follow and waited to see if she’d give him an answer.