Warmweed.
The name of it rang across Will's mind. It was all he could think of. He had to have more.
"Go to the snowclearing, now." A voice snarled. Will knew that once he was done, he would get more. He ran to get theh job done, and when it was complete he held his hand out expectantly.
"Please?"
The person carelessly tossed the leaves towards Will, and he scrambled to capture them before the wind became their owners. He stuffed them into his mouth, ignoring the momentary tang bitter. In a couple seconds...
Now.
The warmth spread everywhere. This was his life. He needed more. More, more, more... he needed it all.
