Ch-ch-cherry, no Lemon Balm

Rhyme moved with a swiftness as he made his way to Shaye’s den to find his long tailed daughter. He was going to take Motif out for a bit of a healing lesson that morning. With summer coming on full swing he needed to find replacements for some of his spring herbs. His young daughter would surely get a kick out of learning with him. Icy paws halted at the entrance as he looked in to see his two young daughters sleeping peacefully. Shaye was out and about already, not a real surprise to be honest.

He slipped inside the den, careful not to wake Poem as he nuzzled Motif lovingly. ”Wake up, beautiful. Lets go out and learn this morning.” He whispered to her as he nuzzled her ear. He didn’t wait long for her to wake up, the longer they lingered the more likely Poem was to wake up.

His large slate marked form shifted again as he returned to the already warming air outside. He needed to find some mint, lemon balm (which was practically mint but not quite), and red clover to replace his chamomile and violets. Rhyme looked back over his shoulder, smiling, as he waited for Motif to catch up.