"Oh! That would be pretty," Laodica agreed, thinking of happy butterflies with a nice garden home until they could find something even better for their souls. She peered at the little bundle Mister Spider had set alight, and sniffed the air lightly. "So
that's the kind of sage you meant, not a person?" She asked, wanting to be absolutely sure.
The world was such a strange lace, and so full of information that was difficult to keep up with. Laodica knew that she was ... well, considered to be the strange one, the one not all there, but... when the world was weird, what was normal anyway?