Sawtooth Spire They're making plans while I watch TV

Stag knew very little of Mahler's trysts with others, but he might have held the same opinion as his mother if only he had known. So far, he had only seen bits and pieces of Mahler's actions among his women; he did not profess to understand the relations his mentor-leader shared with Nyx and Wylla, and he did not think it was his place to judge it too harshly.

Onto Phaedra, a lighter, happier topic. "Right now, just mostly dandelions and snails." Stag joked, his tail thumping in the water. "I don't know anything about plants, so a lot of it is trial by fire. We have to build this little rock wall first, to keep all the pests out." Stag mused that it served more than keep the hares at bay; it served as a barrier between the unforgiving reality, and Phaedra's hidden little world. "Do you know anything about plants? What should I help put in it?"