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Sorrel didn't mind that he had to start at the bottom, and with that he worked hard. Of course he fumbled a bit in the beginning but it didn't take him too long to get the hang of things, plus he already got along great with the crew so no one really gave him a hard time. A week seemed to pass in no time- and soon they were docking in a place Dorian said was Scotland. The moment they stepped off the boat Sorrel was bombarded with rules and even had someone assigned to keep watch over him...like that would work.

After awhile of simply following everyone around he got...well, bored- he wanted to see what things were really like here and well... Kind of got swept away in the crowd by 'accident'. 'Hope pops doesn't get too mad... I'll be back in a jiffy' he stated mentally, though after an hour or so it became very clear to him that...he was lost. "Well... s**t" He murmured under his breath- finding that not even the greenery here could help him much considering that he was foreign to it and it was foreign to him. Though that didn't stop the plants from speaking to him- in a very enthusiastic manner. Letting him know about the things the people here did that upset or hurt them- and the things that people did that overjoyed him. Voices from one direction in general seemed to be louder...and so Sorrel followed them.

He came across a large wall, which he easily scaled- wondering why it would be there in the first place as he dropped down into a very lush garden. Instantly he was reminded of home- though the plants here were very different from those on the island "Wow... Aren't you all just spectacular" He breathed, crouching down in front of a bush filled with vibrant green leaves and small white flower that bloomed in clusters. "Nice to meet you all" He added, forgetting his troubles for the moment.

An added bonus to his uniqueness was the fact that animals didn't mind him- as if he were a part of nature itself and after a while of simply sitting down on a patch of grass, a squirrel had come to sleep against his out stretched legs, and a few curious birds hopped about in the bushes near his head. Finally it dawned on him that he had to get home- but.... he didn't know where to go and a troubled frown tugged at his lips "Say... do any of you know the way back to the ocean?" he questioned- not really thinking about the fact that this place was so well tended, that there had to be people taking care of it... He was just so fixated on all the new things.

His gaze then moved to the sky, finding that the sun way already starting to get low against the horizon 'Dads going to kill me.....' he cringed outwardly at the thought, lifting a hand to fiddle with the feathers adoring the chain around his neck. "I'm so dead" He muttered "No more adventures for me" He added, his mood suddenly turning sour- words of encouragement rose up around him- bringing him back to the garden, and a small smile pulled at his lips "Thanks everyone- but you haven't met my parents. I'll be nineteen soon and this is the first time they let me leave the island.... and I got lost... I'll have to wait until i'm thirty to get out of there again! That is.. If I can manage to get back..."

Aquamarine eyes darted to the male- he hadn't even noticed him...perhaps it was because the wheel chair did not make the noises of a person and thus he had thought it was just another strange contraption going off... he'd heard many new things today. It took him a moment to register what the male had said, the squirrel at his leg suddenly jumping up and scampering up his clothes- settling behind his neck as it chattered nervously next to his ear. "-yuṁ" He cooed, which would have translated to 'hush' in English. it took a moment, but the nervous animal seemed to settle a bit, it's tail still twitching nervously as it remained still.

He then turned his gaze to the man in the chair- pursing his lips for a moment as he took in his appearance. "I don't... know these people you're talking about. And you can't own flowers- they grow where they want, spread their seeds and live out their life span just like people. It's silly to think that they are yours when they are their own beings." He stated in a matter of fact tone, not at all worried when he called out for someone and a woman came rushing to his aid.

"Anyways- It would be a hassle to move them, I just wanted to say hello. " He added, having no idea that people 'owned' land here. The island was owned by no man- everyone was entitled to its riches. "Thinking they are yours... are all people like you? It seems silly" He murmured, turning away to crouch in front of a slightly wilted flower- his brows furrowing slightly. "Come on now- you have to lean a bit further to the right- the light is better there" He muttered- and nothing seemed to happen for a moment. That is until the flower actually seemed to shift- as if his words had reached it. The moment the sunlight touched it's petals it seemed to perk up quite a bit "there, you're very lovely so you should do your best to shine" He chuckled, turning his gaze back to the two.

"They are very happy here though" He stated in a chipper manner as he stood up, letting the squirrel scurry down his body and up a near by tree.

"Ah but! Those ones" He stated, pointing to a patch of bright blue flowers "They need to be moved away from the bush on their right- it's taking too much nutrients from the soil around them and they're struggling, plus they could use a bit more water. Then their color should improve." he rambled on, unable to really help himself.

Sorrel listened to the male, before he let a bright smile light up his face "If that's what you mean, then I understand why they like you so much. They got noisy as soon as you spoke up" He chimed, his gaze moving to the flowers again "Well.. I can move them. The flowers behind the tree over here would do just fine in their place. They don't need as much nutrients from the soil" He stated easily, watching as the woman was dismissed, though she seemed reluctant to leave him alone with Sorrel.

He pursed his lips at all the question , cocking his head ever so slightly... he wasn't allowed to talk about the island- it tended to make the island a target. "I can't say where I'm from- Promised I wouldn't. But my name is Sorrel! It's nice to meet you Gregory!" He chimed, not really thinking about his actions as he walked forwards and crouched in front of the male, unable to help himself as he inspected the chair curiously. He didn't even seem bothered by the fact that Greg was crippled... he'd never really put much stock in things like that- especially because the medicine woman back home usually helped people with those disabilities. She was a miracle maker after all.

"This thing is weird." He finally concluded as he stood up and wandered over to the flowers he had been talking about earlier, inspecting the soil they were planted in. "But... you don't have medicine women here do you? she's amazing you know. I was born from a flower- using both of my fathers genes... They say that's why I can hear them.... and why they react to me" He stated, as if it were the most casual kind of conversation one could have.

He sighed as his gaze moved up to the sky "Can't do it now- moving them in the dark would be too hard on them" He grumbled, turning his gaze back to Gregory. "I should probably find somewhere to stay until I can get back to Dorian...." He muttered softly to himself, "So I should excuse myself. If I can find a good tree somewhere I can sleep there for the night" He voiced, quite content with the idea of sleeping outside.

Sorrel listened to the male speak, instantly sensing that the male didn't believe a word he was saying, but he kept that to himself. "You're awfully trusting towards someone you just met" He mused, flashing the other a kind smile "But if you are willing to take the risk then I'll gladly take you up on the offer" He added, deciding to follow along behind Gregory at first, that is until he picked up the pace to walk along side him, he always found it more comfortable to walk with someone, not behind them. "So you don't have medicine women then. She'd never leave someone unable to walk" He voiced as Gregory wheeled himself over to his spot at the table.

He took a seat at the table as well, helping himself to a piece of bread when it was offered to him, remembering the manners Sikari had taught him "Thank you for your hospitality."

With that he munched on the bread, finding that the grains were sweater than what he was used to- but it was tasty. He took note of the potted flowers inside as well- and if one was to pay attention they would notice how they subtly shifted towards him, as if drawn to his very presence. "These ones are happy as well" He sighed contently, resting his hands on his lap when he finished his piece of bread and looking around the room. It was odd how they constructed their homes here. Sure Dorian and his crew had helped to make the homes on the island more durable and modern- but they were still nothing like this.

"I ended up in your garden because the plants were so loud- happier than anything outside of the wall at least. They say you're really kind to them- and they hope you're not over working yourself for their sakes..." He murmured nonchalantly, letting his gaze fall to the table as if he were lost in his own little world- but he was simply listening. "When the...what are they...ah- rose bush came into bloom they said you were really happy, and...OH!! It's your birthday tomorrow?" He stated, totally going off on a tangent now- but what surprised him was the fact that his had just passed. "Mine was a few days ago. I'm Nineteen now" He stated, pointing to himself with a big smile. He felt comfortable with this boy- almost as comfortable as he was when he was in the forest back home... it was a relief to find comfort in a land he found so...strange.

Sorrel froze up for a moment, he wanted him to prove it? "something you told only them... I don't... " He voiced, cutting himself off as he looked down at his lap, his brows furrowing slightly. He didn't like doing that... he didn't like knowing about all the secrets of other people- but people never really thought that the plants were listening, they never realized that they would remember. He gritted his teeth for a moment, before he let his thoughts go with the ebb and flow of the plants- and he was able to pick out exactly what he didn't want to find. "Th-they wouldn't be happy if you did that... They would grieve, and the flowers that would bloom would be soiled. Poisoning you're body would be the same as poisoning the earth. They will gladly accept you when it's your time though" He murmured, knowing that his voice had taken a hushed tone but again, he didn't like speaking of things that were not meant for his ears.

"Please...don't ask me to ask them these kinds of things.... It hurts" he stated, looking up from his lap finally with a slightly pained expression on his face. "I'm sorry but... I don't think I have much of an appetite now" He continued softly, dropping his gaze again. When he had been younger it had been worse- when he had brought up things he wasn't supposed to hear. That had made him a few enemies- but Sikari and Dorian had always been there to cheer him up and help him with his gift.

He swallowed hard as he shifted his hands a bit- not really feeling up to...anything, anymore. That was too sad- why take your own life? Why not try to live your life to the fullest and push past any handicaps you may have.

Well, Sorrel could understand what the male felt, he was used to the scepticism after all. Slowly he nodded- knowing that it would be a nice change from the salted meats they ate on the shop during the voyage. He felt a pang in his chest when the male spoke over being content, and the fact that he had never walked or had the chance to run.. he couldn't imagine it. He loved to run until his lungs burned for more air than he could intake. He was snapped out of his thoughts when the male asked him about where he was from- a small smile tugging at his lips as he thought of his home.

"It's green, much greener than here. There aren't walls like the one around the plants here, or chemicals clouding the sky. It's dangerous and their are wild animals everywhere. But it's beautiful, and the sunrise from the beach is always a sight to see..." He voiced, completely caught up in the thought of the island...which made him realize that he loved his home more than he had realized. He was privileged to live in such a place.

"Hey...... I don't know about technology but......" He murmured, his brows furrowing slightly as his mind turned over ideas - would he get in trouble for offering his? But it was too sad...to leave Gregory like this- he was a good person. Why? Because the plants let him know. "I think.... Our Medicine woman could help you. I believe...you could walk- not just that but jog, run, dance, jump...... but..........you'd have to come back to the island and it's a long ways away and.......... sorry I'm rambling" He breathed, knowing that this probably sounded far fetched but he knew that the medicine woman could help him.

"I saw her heal a child who was attacked by a wild cat before- she had her spine damaged and in a few days the girls was up and walking again... Luckily Dad as there to shoot the jaguar down."

Sorrel watched his gaze dart to the woman- was this something she wasn't supposed to hear? Well... he could understand that. "Then....I'll help you get better." He stated simply, his gaze moving to Gertrude as she brought the stew out "Thank you miss" He voiced politely, before turning his gaze to Gregory. He'd have to find some thing for that cough...and to increase the males appetite. He wouldn't get any better if he didn't eat enough. Lemon would help stimulate the appetite, perhaps a glass of water with lemon juice in the morning. Perhaps Echinacea tea with lemon instead? To help flush out the sickness and increase his appetite.... Yes, that would probably be a good idea.

"Do you have Echinacea here? Tea made from Echinacea with some lemon in it each morning would do you a lot of good- though I would suggest drinking Echinacea tea all day really. It will flush out the sickness." He stated, having learned from the medicine woman...after all, who better to take on as an apprentice than someone who could communicate with nature and figure out exactly what plants would help. He then turned his attention to his own food, taking his time to savour the taste as it had been a week since he'd had anything really...decent. "You're right...the stew is good"

When he finished off his bowl and was satisfied- he went to stand, collecting his bowl as he was used to cleaning up after himself "Where do I put this?" he inquired, looking to Gregory quizzically. So far he'd seen the kitchen and garden- but he wasn't entirely sure of where things needed to go. After all, it wasn't like they had running tap water on the island.