Screaks will scutter and hide the moment they hear someone step out of bed. You would, too, if you sang like a Screak.
The old man held a shadow in his left hand. I do not know how.
“He told me I should call them ‘Triumph Blooms.’ You know why? Because they’re heirloom seeds, so they’ve never been crossed with another flower. And that means they’re pure. Untainted.”