Uncle Johnny
He was growing more confident, slowly but surely, the safety of Abaven had calmed him considerably and Shaye’s constant support was helping him slowly. He had found it safe enough to venture out of the pack territory but had known better than to stray too far from his home. He paced through the soft grass, searching for one herb in particular that he could cultivate in his own garden. Comfrey was excellent for sensitive skin even though it had often been attributed to the name knitbone. He thought Vali might be in need of it and the thought of helping the pale woman gave him an odd sense of excitement.
He wondered if the woman had ever heard of the plant or its many uses or if it was something, he would know more about than her. That thought had given him pause. What if he did know more and he embarrassed her? What if she already had Comfrey and he was only wasting his time? He sat suddenly, confounded by his own uncertainty and let out a soft whine.
Spider you Toad |
