STORY OF MY LIFE ☆ gardening

[MYERS]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]The child was growing older, and with that came the knowledge that Roan was no longer bound to the nest and his mother's side. It had been months since they met, months since Ahab had taken Roxanne under his metaphorical wing, and now Roan had a job of his own in the little clan they called home. Ahab cannot help but feel the age in his bones, the slippage of time in his head - had it really been that long? It felt like yesterday when the little kit was bouncing up to his wide paws and telling him of his adventures. Funny, how time had worn them down.

The sun beats down with late spring heat, casting tropical warmth over the bay where clanmates lingered on the beach and neighborhood paths. A low hum draws out from the bear's chest as he finds himself approaching Roan, thoughtful. These were herbs Roan was planting, useful things - lavender, echinacea, woolly strips of lamb's ear. It had been a long time since he'd dabbled in field medicine, mostly out of necessity when bandages and supplies were short. He could recall ripping cloth to make quick bandages in the hospital, grabbing a fistful of flowers by his bedside that someone had cautioned him were there for good reason. He hopes to whatever looks down on them from above that Roan will never have to use these things for worse than a common cold.

"Not food plants, medicinal plants." A massive head swings to cast an eye over the sinornithosaurus, unblinking. "He's smart - chose flowers that both look nice and serve a purpose. Good, Roan." This was how it worked, right? Telling Roan he was proud was the right thing to do. There's a hint of distance in his expression, a careful detachment that feigns calm nonchalance - but anyone who knew him well enough could see that the little praise was genuine.