★ Herbapalooza

This was further than Crux had ever gone before, and the boy had to admit it was a bit of a struggle to get this far, the going was slow and his mother often called for them to rest, carefully roving all over him and poking and prodding. But they were heading down south because he was about to have more nieces and nephews and his mother was clearly worried about them. Crux wasn't complaining about getting to explore.

He was complaining about the rain. They'd been suddenly set upon by the appearance of the storm and after sheltering for some time he'd poked his head out to see the verdant garden that had sprung to life. With permission from his parents, the boy bound into the field, romping amongst the greenery and haphazardly picking plants that looked interesting to him, tearing them from the ground without the gentle care he'd eventually learn!
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