Autumnal harvest

Though Thoth was a natural teacher the boy loved to be taught by his desert rose. He was drawn to the way her features lit up as he admitted his lapse in knowledge, she was just as eager to teach him as he was to learn. The tall Ithuriel followed the delicately colored she wolf, his fur continued to mingle with her own as the pair of them moved forward and she spoke of what he wished to know. Thoth nodded as he tried to visualize what she described. If they were fruiting it wouldn't much matter what the leaves looked like.

"Would we find them in full sun or should we look where its shaded? He asked as dual toned gaze was torn from Seshet's form and swept over their surroundings. They wouldn't make much progress at this pace, but any gaster and he would have to detach himself from her side. The logic as his mind moved half astounded him, he hadn't much considered the pleasure of her closeness.