A sense of quiet satisfaction at her answer eased through the telepathic bond and Hadama nodded in acknowledgment of her expertise with the herald of nature. No, he agreed. That is not how They are in the old stories.
Life and its persistence had him turning his head to check on his own chosen burden; the jar with its precious cargo remained safe, but he only now noticed a yellow curl floating in the water. At first he'd taken it for a petal that had drifted loose, but on closer inspection...
He carefully removed the lid of the jar and scooped out the seed pod with its cottony fluff soaked through and drooping. After a moment's consideration he set the jar down and put the cover back on before dragging his large fingers through the soil at the edge of the channel, leaving deep furrows that he shook the seed pod into. Seeds fell with bits of cotton from the pod as he shook it gently over the new holes, and when he was satisfied he pushed the dirt over them once more. Willow, I think, he rumbled across the mental bond in explanation. An unexpected passenger. But a welcome one.
Life and its persistence had him turning his head to check on his own chosen burden; the jar with its precious cargo remained safe, but he only now noticed a yellow curl floating in the water. At first he'd taken it for a petal that had drifted loose, but on closer inspection...
He carefully removed the lid of the jar and scooped out the seed pod with its cottony fluff soaked through and drooping. After a moment's consideration he set the jar down and put the cover back on before dragging his large fingers through the soil at the edge of the channel, leaving deep furrows that he shook the seed pod into. Seeds fell with bits of cotton from the pod as he shook it gently over the new holes, and when he was satisfied he pushed the dirt over them once more. Willow, I think, he rumbled across the mental bond in explanation. An unexpected passenger. But a welcome one.
