& we will run, we will

Flowers. Way too many flowers. And not just flowers, plants too... way too many different kinds of plants. It was hard to know what he needed to know and what he didn't need to know. With all the mud and the slow going, Ivy had been keeping an eye on the donkey's perceived injury. Was the creature actually in pain? Probably not. Was Ivy so incredibly pleased with himself for having put some dandelion paste on the ankle? Yes. Way too pleased with himself, probably, but Ivy thought he was being useful and that's what mattered.

With his head spinning about just the number of plants he needed to keep track of alone, he wandered a bit from the bulk of his siblings. Were all of them useful? Maybe. It had been raining so much lately, and the water from the river itself was running high... nope didn't like that. Ivy wouldn't stray too close to the river itself, instead making for a broad patch of tall grass. What he saw, though? Well, heck, he could barely believe his eyes.

Spread out as far as he could see, there were dandelions, but not like the yellow ones that they'd gone picking with uncle Álarr. These were different, with fluffy white seed heads. Ivy bent down to sniff at one, and he found the fluff stuck to his nose-- woah. He sneezed. His head popped up, peering over the grass. This was one of the few things that Lotus probably wouldn't be nearly as excited about. No, but maybe... hm. "'Maria, come look at these," Ivy called out for his sister, instead. Maybe she'd find them interesting too.

"Speech"