The greatest gift in the garden

Fuji didn’t need to see the plants her mumma laid out, she’d found them after all. Kenta rolled his eyes as the pink splotched girl romped forward. Sure, she was almost a year old now, but sometimes it felt like she had barely grown bigger than some of her siblings had been at birth, and the golden cat still towered over her. She had grown wider though, she liked to think it was muscle from all that sword and kicking practice (laced with a healthy amount of butt-butting with her heavy horns, that were finally almost grown in). Couldn’t be all Kuroo’s tasty fishies. Nu-uh.

“Yeah, yeah mumma,” She muttered under her breath as she started poking through the undergrowth with her nose, she wanted to find something different today, something new to make her new favourite playground even more of a tempting acquisition.

The hedge at the bottom of that tree looked promising, she thought, with it’s thorny branches and rough, grey bark. “‘s’ this hawthorn?” She looked to her golden cat questioningly. She’d seen the berries and flowers dried, and was sure her mother had traded a decent pelt for what she had gotten, but the smell was ever so slightly different, being fresh instead of dried.

Just in case, she used her dexterous paws to pluck some berries and flowers from the shrub. It was worth taking back to the group for assessment either way.

“Speech”