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Wild Onions

Buckle up buttercup this is going to be a wild ride~

"You're my mate." she protested tearfully "I should have tried harder. Done everything. Done anything." Kit bowed her head in shame "And I didn't even think to try." After what happened to his mother, she'd assumed everything about him that made him, him was gone. But she should have tried "I'm so s-sorry that I left you alone when you needed me most."

“You never left me, Kit,” he chided softly, taking her hand into his to kiss them both before placing them over his heart, “you were with me the whole time, right here.”

She gave a little sob curling to lay her head against his chest overwhelmed by emotion. The beads brushing against his fingers from around her wrist gave a little shiver a hairline crack spreading on one of them. The crack grew and grew, just like the ones on her poor battered Soul. It was just too much and she was already too weak, she whisper little apologies over and over before she let out a pained gasp... as her Soul shattered and her body turned to stone in his arms.

The world seemed to tilt on its axis as the woman he loved lay cold and still in his arms, “Kit,” he tried to shake her, but stone does not yield, “this isn’t funny, Kit,” his breathing grew ragged as the reality that his love was gone slowly sank in. Her hands felt like white-hot branding irons over his erratic heart, “No, not like this,” he moaned quietly, “No. No. No. No. No. NO!” the elf’s soft refutes turning into wails of heartwrenching agony and rage.

He was home; they were together, so why? Why was she gone?

It was his fault, he thought brokenly, that goddess may have started it, but he, he was the weak-willed one. He hadn’t been strong enough to stop the possession. He abandoned his mate, leaving her to suffer, letting her broken heart slowly consume her Soul until it was too late.

He was to blame.

Wild magic as turbulent as his emotions rolled off him in waves, tearing at the earth, shredding the slip of paper that rested near them. Though if the silver kitsune siblings were there, Ingall was blind to them in his grief. Leaves trembled, falling from their perches, trunks bowed, and bark cracked, flowers wilted as grass brown; all nature grieved with the Elven King, all felt his loss, all mourned the dear lady who would have been Queen.

Thick brambles sprouted from the earth, winding around the King and his lost love, barring all from disturbing him in what would be a tomb.

He might not have been able to tell if the silver kitsunes were there, but he surely could feel the small hands desperately reaching to fight past the growing bramble "Mama?! P-Papa! PAPA!" Byakko called out, crying in pain as the thorns tore at her cruelly for her attempts that she paid no heed too.

His daughter's cry jolted the elf from his grief; the brambles receded, but he felt his Spirit wavering.

She shifted to her foxxy form to zip between the branches when they widened enough to do so, red streaking her white fur as she scrambled up on him 'D-don't- don't go too Papa.' Byakko pleaded with a little cry with a glance at Kit's stone face. "P-please."

The pain threatened to overwhelm him, taking what was left of his Spirit with it, but he would not let it. He refused to abandon their children. It may have been too late to save his mate, but the children were there and needed him now more than ever. Ingall reached his magic inward with what little strength he had left to brush against the Forest's Soul. The moment his magic touched that ancient power it attempted to consume him. He couldn't tell if he was screaming again or not, but this was a battle he couldn't lose.

Byakko gave little weepy crying noises, both with her voice and her foxxy form. "Hang on." Ginko gritted out wresting her way through the loosening brambles on one side to lay a hang on one of Ingall's shoulder pushing in healing energy. "You are not allowed to go too." Kuko bite out joining from the other side, trying to hold on like an anchor.

The elf once again felt himself changing once again, and strangely felt as if the change drew him closer to the Heart.

Kuko let out a curse as he felt the changes and assumed the worse, a little spark leaping from his fingers in anger. Ginko poured every bit of her energy into him while Bya just chanted a whisper pled for him to stay.

"Ouch!" the elf? cried out,"Dammit that hurts! How is setting me on fire helpful in the slightest!?"

That made all three freeze through Kuko's hand tightened on his shoulder "Well someone had to light a fire under your ass. I thought it might as well be me."

Carefully tucking Bya under his chin, the elf? gently released his hold on Kit’s body and pushed himself free of the bramble, “That’s usually a turn of phrase, not a literal statement,” he quipped, eyes still filled with unimaginable grief and the skin? of his shoulder still smoldering.

His actions unintentionally made a little nest for Kit's stone form to curl up into, almost like she was sleeping. The other two kitsunes stood, Kuko supporting his exhausted sister "It worked though." he snarked back eyeing the... well he wasn't sure he could call him an elf any more.

Ingall's hand came back a little wet from here the brambles had cut into Bya's little self as she tucked in close.

He scowled and immediately began to heal her, though instead of a green light that smelled of fresh herbs, little flowering vines sprouted from his fingertips, and now that he got a good look at his hand, he saw his skin or what had been his skin looked identical to the bark of the Heart, and covered the little fox’s wounds detaching from his fingertips and fall to the earth below when they’d done their duty.

Quite exhausted from her scare she just collapsed against him closing her eyes with a little thanks, not for the healing but for staying.

"Do we... have to be worried about that?" Ginko asked sluggishly gesturing towards him.

As he turned to look at her, the vines and leaves that made up his hair swayed with the movement, “I- No, I don't think there's cause for worry…I don't rightly know what I am at the moment, but I feel much more strongly connected to the Heart.”

"You look strongly connected." Kuko remarked dryly, if only just a little conflicted at that thought. Byakko fidgeted a little as one his leaves tickled her little black nose.

“Care to show me?” Ingall asked. After all, he could only see his hands and a bit of his hair? Well, he thought it was still his hair.

Kuko lifted a hand as he created a mirror from illusion reflecting Ingall's new form.

His jaw dropped. He looked like an elf made from a camphor or, rather, The Camphor.

"I don't think you should leave until we can be sure it's safe." Ginko slurred slightly as her eyes sagged and it was clear that Kuko was the only thing holding her up, the vixen had literally poured every drop of magic in her efforts to keep him with them.

'Papa?' Bya murmured tiredly 'Can I stay? Please?'

“Yes, Little Miss, sleep,” he whispered, stroking her fur, then looked to Kuko before reaching a hand out towards Ginko, “may I try something?”

Byakko murred softly against his throat. A finger pointed at him sternly (well as sternly as a wavering finger could be) "If you... undo all my hard work... I will... jerk a knot in your... heh... nonresistant tail." Ginko uttered the familiar threat clearly punch drunk.

“You can jerk knots into my hair,” he suggested as he rested a hand on her forehead and willed a bit of the Heart’s magic, which he could sense and feel keenly, to restore her strength.

Ginko inhaled sharply as the fur on her tails poofed at the surge of magic and energy. She looked at him with wide and far more alert eyes "Oh dear..."

Ingall jerked his hand back, “too much?” he asked, eyes, the only thing really the same about him, darting over her in concern.

"Not too much, per se, but a lot." Ginko murmured pulling from Kuko's hold on her as she looked between him and the Heart "I think you are much more connected to the Heart than you might have thought... that felt just as it does invoking it's power."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, “come again?”

The two silver haired kitsunes looked at each other in silent communication. Kuko nodded and headed away from them shifting into his larger true form. His eyes glowed as he growled lowly before he pulled magic from the heart to strengthen all the wards around the mountain at once, a feat that took tremendous energy which the former elf felt pull from his very center before Kuko finished folding to the ground tired from being used as a conduit. "Did you feel that?" Ginko asked looking at Ingall intently.

Ingall rubbed at his chest, “Yes, yes I did-” he cut himself off before cursing in elfish, as just exactly what he was now dawned on him, “I’m a Stars damned dryad!”

Byakko shifted against him with a little chitter of protest at his loud swearing.

"And you're connected to the Heart..." Ginko's fingers touched her fingers to her mouth at the implications as her brother succulently finished as he shifted back "He practically is the Heart." he rubbed at his temples.

After apologising for disturbing Bya, he ran a hand over his face, “why is nothing ever simple?” he asked, looking up at the sky.

"Because life isn't simple." Ginko lightly placed a hand on his shoulder in sympathy. She offered him a sad but kind smile "You should rest." her eyes drifted to Kit's curled form in the nest of brambled pressed against the Heart's truck. "Would you like me to stay here with you?"

The dryad’s grief seemed to make him wilt, “Yes,” he murmured softly.

She gently led him and Bya a little further on the other side of the trunk. Ginko looked to Kuko "You go make sure the others don't come here yet either."

He nodded looking uncertain before confessing "I do not know what to tell them."

“The truth,” Ingall choked, “neither them will take kindly to being coddled. The longer we wait, the more it will hurt. Take Tum to Tamashii, I won't-” he took a breath as tears pooled in his eyes, “I can’t answer the questions that will come, not yet.”

Kuko gave the el-dryad a nod before he turned and left the glen. Ginko gingerly wrapped her arm around him coaxing him to rest against her careful not to dislodge Byakko "I am sorry Cousin, for all our sakes." she murmured sadly feeling his heartache.

He did so, thankful for the kind touch and comfort as he grieved.

Time and tears passed. It was hard on them all, but they pulled together to support the other. Ingall and the children often visited Kit in her bed of eternal flowers, kept blooming year round by her loving mate.

Decades maybe even centuries passed peacefully and Ingall got to watch his children blossom and grow just as his flowers did. Over time a young sapling had started to grow near the Heart, growing and growing into a proper tree of it's own. But more importantly it seemed to flow magic like the Heart, slowly growing stronger and stronger.... as Ingall's and the Heart grew weaker.

It was dying and... so was he.

One day he closed his eyes for the last time. When he next opened them he felt better than ever floating in a realm of warm light, heart pounding as the voice he'd longed for most sang out from behind him-

"Charmer~"

~Final Fin~

True End

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Wild Licorice

Find:average to moist soil; fields, prairies, railroads, roadsides, creekbanks, disturbed areas.

Description:Rhizomatous, perennial herb. Roots woody, aromatic. Stems erect, 30–120 cm, little branched. Herbage pubescent, punctate-glandular, sometimes with stalked glands; stipules small, deciduous. Leaves odd-pinnate with 7 to 15 lanceolate leaflets, 1–4 cm long with acute tips. Inflorescence a dense, spike-like, bracteate, pedunculate raceme, 1–6 cm long, as high as the subtending leaves. Flowers papilionaceous, dull white, calyx tube 3–4 mm long; sepals 2–4 mm long; banner moderately erect, 9–12 mm long; keel 7–11 mm long, as long as the wings; stamens 9 united, 1 separate. Fruit an ellipsoid legume, 1–2 cm long, covered with hooked bristles 2–3 mm long; seeds numerous.

Edible parts and uses:The roots of wild licorice can be eaten, raw or cooked. They are long, sweet and fleshy, and when slow roasted are said to taste like sweet potatoes. They can be used as a flavoring in other foods as well and can also be chewed raw as a masticatory, making an excellent tooth cleaner and also very good for teething children. The root contains 6% glycyrrhizin, a substance that is 50 times sweeter than sugar. The tender young shoots can be eaten raw in the spring.

Precautions:large amounts consumed over time are toxic.

Ramps

Find:well-drained, dryer woods, while red-stemmed ramps prefer damper soil.Description:Ramps occur in Eastern North America from Georgia to Canada. They're easily recognized by their 1, 2, or 3 broad leaves measuring 1 to 3 1/2 inches wide and 4 to 12 inches long.Again, make sure they smell like onion or garlic.

Edible parts and uses: all of the plant is edible.

Precautions:no real precautions.

Wild lettuce

Find:roadsides, wood edges or on disturbed soil.

Description:reaching up to 2 metres in height. Any part of the plant will ooze a milky sap when cut. Leaves and stalks The leaves at the base form a rosette and are larger (up to 25 centimetres long) than those growing up the flowering stalk.

Edible parts and uses:the young leaves are bitter but edible. Eat leaves raw or cooked. As the plants mature, the bitterness becomes more pronounced.Some people apply wild lettuce latex directly to the skin to kill germs.Some people inhale wild lettuce for a recreational "high" or hallucinogenic effect.

Precautions:The long-term safety of wild lettuce is unknown. If consumed in reasonable amounts, wild lettuce is generally regarded as safe, although it may cause mild indigestion, jitteriness, or drowsiness.

Common wild oats

Find:grasslands, crop fields, orchards, vineyards, gardens, roadsides, and other disturbed sites

Description:Wild oat plants resemble the domestic variety but they produce smaller seeds in less abundance. Mature plants reach heights of approximately 1.2 meters with long flat blade shaped leaves. The stems are round and smooth with a few soft hairs that sprout at the base of the leaves. The grass turns a golden brown at the end of its growing season just as the seeds ripen. The seeds may be foraged in late summer and are typically dried for long term storage. Wild oat seeds are a mere 3 millimeters across and encased in spikey sheaths, clustered along the grass’ tips.

Edible parts and uses:Wild oats may be used in either savory or sweet dishes. The seeds can be cooked whole or ground into a flour and used just as domestic oats are used. They may be prepared as a porridge or added into recipes for baked goods like biscuits, muffins and breads. The seed can also be sprouted and eaten raw in salads or as a snack. The roasted seed is also a coffee substitute. The dried grass itself may be used to roast meats, stuff poultry, or smoke fish. More unconventional uses include applications in stocks and sauces or topping desserts with infused whipped cream and yogurts. To infuse broth, cream or yogurt with the flavors of Wild oat, add a handful of the dried grass and steep in the liquid overnight.

Precautions: no real precautions.

Wild onions

Find:Rocky prairies, slopes, shores and ridges

Description:1½ to 2-inch round cluster of ¼-inch flowers, pale pink to deep pinkish purple, sometimes white, with a spot of yellow in the center and long yellow-tipped stamens. Individual flowers have 6 spreading tepals (3 petals and 3 sepals that look similar). At the base of the cluster are 2 or 3 papery bracts that persist through flowering. A plant has a single cluster at the end of a long naked stem. The cluster is sometimes initially nodding but the stem becomes erect as flowers develop.A few narrow grass-like blades, up to as long as the plant is tall, sheath the flowering stem near the soil line, appearing basal. Leaves and stems are hairless and have an onion smell to them. The underground bulbs are round to oval.

Edible parts and uses:Bulb – raw or cooked. The bulbs are eaten by the N. American Indians. They are rather small, about 4cm tall and 15mm wide. Leaves – raw or cooked. Flowers – raw. Used as a garnish on salads.

Precautions:no real precautions. But avoid a poisonous look like death Camas.How can you tell the difference? The death camas leaf is more dry and grasslike, not as tender or succulent. Death camas has a v-shaped leaf structure with a long central bend in the blade, while wild onion has a more curved and u-shaped leaf. Wild onion will always have a oniony smell and taste, mild or strong.

Wild rice

Find:marshlands and along waterways

Description:Wild rice plants are about 1 to 3 metres (3.3 to 10 feet) tall and are topped with a large open flower cluster.The ripened grains, dark brown to purplish black, are slender rods 1 to 2 cm (0.4 to 0.8 inch) long.

Edible parts and uses:the "rice" It can be eaten alone or added to many dishes, such as salads, soups, casseroles, and desserts.

Precautions: no real precautions.

Wild violet

Find:They can thrive in medium, well-drained soils although they prefer moisture-retentive, rich soils. Although they survive in full sun, they tend to prefer part shade.

Description:The common wild violet is a native wildflower which tends to favour woods, thickets and stream banks. This is a low-growing perennial which features heart-shaped leaves and large blue-violet flowers (sometimes yellow or white). Each flower appears on its own leafless stalk. Depending on location, the flower blooms from early spring into the early summer months.

Edible parts and uses:Violet flowers and leaves are edible with the leaves having a high level of vitamins A and C. They can be used in salads or cooked as greens. The flowers can be made into jellies, candied, or tossed into a salad.

Precautions:The roots and seeds of this plant are toxic and should not be eaten.

Yellow rocket

Find:found in fields and along roadsides, especially those that are wet or boggy, along stream banks and amongst wetland hedges. It favors growth in cultivated fields of timothy hay and alfalfa.

Description:biennial forb that grows from 8 to 30 inches high on dark green stems that branch near the top. Stems develop the second year from the first year's basal rosette of leaves. Stems are angular, smooth and green with some reddish hints.

Edible parts and uses:The young leaves can be eaten raw or cooked. The buds and flowers are also edible.

Precautions:It is said that the ingestion of too much raw wintercress can lead to kidney malfunction.

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