Firefly Glen nightmare

Tell me more about the plants that you will grow here, She asked of him, breaking their quiet without moving away, ignorant to the discomfort of the placid-faced wolf. If the Ostrega had known, it was surely something that she'd have respected but as it turned out, the wolf was no mind-reader and so, remained in the dark about her breach of his space.

How will you water them? Because plants needed water, didn't they? As far as she knew, they seemed to flourish when it rained, and withered in the absence of it.