could turn yellow or green

Dig, dig, dig. Pulling the moss away from the cobblestone path, curious and bright eyed. How interesting, these paths were in even worse shape than anything on Daager. Like it was older, or maybe more exposed. The weather here must lend itself to the growth. Abraxas, the weather-- it's great, actually.

Great, until there's some sort of unholy screeching. Mercy picks her head up, a clump of moss in her mouth. "This one? This is just moss, actually. The important ones are over there." She'd spent enough time around Wake to know. Jerking her chin over her shoulder to indicate the beds she'd sniffed at and ultimately left alone, she sizes up the other kid as she nears. Already standing so much taller than the other girl, Mercy feels like she can slouch. No use to be on the defensive yet, just some bossy kid doing some screeching.

Being around the wolfdogs so much, she knows exactly how to deal with bossy. Flat out ignore any bossing-- that's it. That's the whole strategy, the whole plan. Mercy is high headed and clear eyed as she looks at the other child. Head cocked to the side, tail swishing, simply sizing up the bossy creature.

"speech"