For just as Every Seed holds the Power

The gulley was close to home, which made it an ideal location to collect when stores were running low. There were all sorts of useful plants that grew here. Goatweed (in the hopes of improving Modesty's mood), yarrow and marigold were on the hit list for today, if he could manange to track them down.

His lapwing keke'd a warning to him from above and his capuchin pulled his ear. He'd been caught up studying a fern that could have been maidenhair, but it could have also been spleenwort... He sighed a long suffering sigh and lifted his blue eyes to scan across the gulley. Sure, there was a girl there, but why was it any of his business and what if she didn't want company anyway? At another insistent tug of his ear, he swung his head to grumble and click his teeth at Blondie. He saw her okay? Gosh.

He closed the distance, head held non-threateningly level with his spine, tail at half mast waving steadily at his back to show he intended no harm. There wasn't a lot to him after all. “Yer lookin fer anything in particular Miss?” He queried, head tilting with the question. He was pretty familiar with this little patch of flowers, he could potentially point her in the right direction, if she wanted.

“Speech”