To Plant Some Seeds

永程

"Yes, yes," mused the boy, brow furrowing. He felt older than he actually was in that moment, weighing the burden of the pack's health, and finding himself bearing some of it. Lost in his thoughts, Eliphas' words filtered in like the smell of the sea on a breeze -- slowly, and lightly, and there in the back of Yong Cheng's mind. He was considering, considering, considering... what might it mean to cultivate a rare plant? Ginseng was his best bet; his mother knew it, and so he knew it too -- but as the older wolf had said, it wouldn't be easily available anywhere in the Armada. And... Ashen? Yong Cheng tilted his head, cocked at an angle as he looked curiously at Eliphas. "Ashen, you say."

"You mean the Armada?" Another wolf might have laughed at the boy's question, but Yong Cheng had a feeling that Eliphas was not like other wolves. He had a kind face, and bright eyes, and a silvery smile, and the younger wolf felt somewhat at ease around him. He'd not known a world outside the Armada, except for when he was a loner; why would Eliphas mention a pack that was not theirs? "Well... we could try a lake? Somewhere with lots of water... And shade..."

Once again, Yong Cheng's head filled with visions of what he'd imagined for his little bit of earth. A shelter, to protect his plants when it rained too hard. A mini stream, diverted to water his herbs. A fence, to keep out the animals that lived in the Armada's territory. He felt rather like a "farmer" -- like what Eliphas had said agriculture was. "Firefly lake," he decided then, nodding at the white male. "There's lots of water, and it's not too far from here -- at least, not compared to other lands." It would be a day's travel there and a day's travel back, but that was the cost of rarity. And the whole pack was counting on him and the other healers to keep them hale and hearty; Cheng couldn't let them down.


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