HEALER’S DAUGHTER.

         “ Flowers are best picked at sun up & I
            shall not lose such a privilege because
            your morning feet are so slow. We’ll find
            plenty of food for breakfast too. “

   Flowers? Sunrise? The last thing she wanted to to do was WASTE
   a perfectly good morning  loitering  around  a  flower  field  when  a
   good SLEEP was to be had. It had been  a  few  days  since  they’d
   found her, bleeding ebony ichor PROFUSELY through her sternum,
   and  while  she  was  GRATEFUL  that it had both missed her heart
   and had been  healed  without  the  painful  MESHING  of  her  flesh,
   she doubted she could  ever  make  FRIENDS  with  this  odd, pointy-
   eared wench. 

         ’  Flowers… I’m not very good with that kind of thing.
            Why would you want ME to come?  ’