Was snow moss still a necessity, after all was said and done? The young girl, certainly old enough to remember days when it was, might have committed to the movements by habit. Or her parents sending her outside, intending to snag at it by the bushel. Her sack was fairly empty at the moment, either by distraction or lack of finding some altogether.
But seeing someone nearby, the little Natural skittered around, side-eyeing the General’s amount. “Um,” she made by a quiet mouse like announcement. “Can I pick here too?”
But seeing someone nearby, the little Natural skittered around, side-eyeing the General’s amount. “Um,” she made by a quiet mouse like announcement. “Can I pick here too?”
