To Plant Some Seeds

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”Where there is a will, there is a way.”

"Wise words, wise words," Yong Cheng agreed. He found himself wondering just who this mysterious stranger was -- a pale ghost, with dual-toned eyes and a kindly smile. He had a graceful air about him -- the kind of gentleness that you couldn't quite place as due to age, or due to character. He was quite a small fellow, compared to the behemoths in the pack (mainly Sirius), but he was still taller than the boy healer.

"Bird," he responded, the alias rolling easily off his tongue. By this point it seemed as though most of the pack knew him by his nickname; there was little sense in using his actual one, and he doubted that they could pronounce it anyway. "Agriculture," he hummed, "I have no idea what that is."

Ah -- Eliphas had returned his wink! With a smile befitting a boy, Yong Cheng dipped his head in a playful bow. He returned to his dramatics, adding flair into his tone and a sparkle in his shimmering green eyes. "A mission, my friend --" here he lowered his voice conspiratorially -- "-- that I must bid thee undertake with me, to gather seeds and carry plants, and fill the land till it flourishes with life!"

It had been a few days since the Bird Incident, but Yong Cheng had managed to rescue his bundled herbs from the woods before they'd had a chance to shrivel up. Now, he'd planted them in careful, neat rows, but he knew he'd still need more. Just -- what? "Good Eliphas, what herbs might a healer need in greatest amount?"


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