Cerulean Cove — When the Earth Speaks

Larkspur landed lightly on the stones, a fish clamped tightly between their teeth on the beach. Having lived primarily in forested areas these last several months of their life, they enjoyed once more having a slightly more exposed area. After the flood and their subsequent experience with drowning, they had felt a bit wary finally approaching the cove where Reed and Balthazar primarily stayed but they had quickly grown to like the sound of the crashing waves and the cool, near constant breeze stirring up. It made flight so much easier to have so much wind beneath their wings. They'd been counting on it as a distraction from their latest issue. They sank down to their belly, allowing Folke to curiously flick its tongue out near the fish - likely, the reticulated python had never encounter such a creature in its lifetime. They took a small bite from the creature, ripping off barely more than a mouthful and set it to the side to allow the snake to taste a new quarry while they closed their eyes. They focused on the sand beneath their paws once more, feeling the light of hidden seeds beginning to ping in their mind. The dark furred wolf extended a thin tendril of power to the nearest once, trying to replicate the actions they'd attempted take earlier in the day albeit, to no success. "What is bothering you?" she asked the seeds buried beneath the white sand. Rarely did the plants they touched simply elect not to hear Larkspur's whispered encouragement and advice on avoiding rocks and finding the water-table. But all day it had been the same thing over and over again, the brief acknowledgement of their power followed by the seedlings doing the equivilent of turning their attention away to something else, receiving information from the stretching, winding roots of the trees further inland that acted as the plant-version of an information web. Tapping into the root-structure crawling beneath their paws, all Larkspur could ever get are vague and confusion flashes that seemed to contradict each other. Without eyes, trees could only give the wolf impressions - impressions, they might add that weren't what you would call reliable at times. "I can't understand when you're all speaking at once," the wolf grumbled. --- Text. Speech. Thoughts.