Dessert is Best Planned

The young fae was eager to learn and Iolaire grinned. Despite her age, she still had pristine, white teeth. That probably had to do with her extensive healing skills. She knew the importance of good dental care.

The broken speech of the girl made Io tilt her head slightly. Skorgek, she gave the name, asking Io's in return. The young fae wagged and the tri-colored fae wagged in return, smiling again. "Iolaire, but you can call me Io." She gave a friendly pat to the girl's paw before getting to work.

Digging in the satchel that she always kept with her, Io removed an old, well worn spade. She sat it before the girl and then looked above, gauging the light that this area would get during the day. "You need to make sure that your plants will receive enough light. This will be
a good spot." Io tromped ahead, using her paw to scratch away a bit of earth at even intervals. "Plants also need room to grow, so it's important to leave enough space between them." With one paw, she gestured to the scratch marks. "Dig a hole in each of these spots abouuuuut... this deep." Sitting on her haunches, the old woman used both paws to show the depth that she thought would be ideal.

"Io"