Opportunities to Learn

Ceres was in his den taking care of his poisonous plant garden, one he had fenced so no dummies would come in. This was his stores for learning about poisons. No one could teach him here so he had to learn by himself. But it became funnier with the months. He learned to fend for himself quite well, absent parenthood being the mane cause. Or that was what he thought. But with Recluse's call he left what he was doing to rush to her presence. Finding here there. "Cousin Recluse." He muttered as he sat down in silence. Curious to hear what she had to say, whatever it was he was sure would be good.

"talk"