Northstar Vale appleflowers

Zulema's brows furrowed. Acorns? She listened quietly nonetheless, but decided to herself that she preferred meat to whatever her mother was digging for.

❝Can I try it?❞ She glanced at her mother for a brief moment before sniffing at the acorn.

She wondered why they would eat such a small thing that they had to scour the ground for. Maybe it tasted good? Zulema couldn't yet understand Tamar's reasoning for trying this new thing, but with time she would.