Pasithea. Daiyu parrots the name back, the smile on her lips not wavering as the other woman stood straight as she introduced herself. What a lovely, exotic name! She flattered the other woman as she drew nearer.

She would come to the woman's side now once hopping up on the rise that made the roof of the woman's densite. Daiyu nods, listening to the vision which Pasi had for the den. Herbs and flowers. Got it.

Are we tilling the land first? She begins scratching at the earth. Not deep, to make a hole, but ruffling it up and inching back as she did so to make trails of it. Like this yes? She had helped family back at her home island with the task before and wondered if this was the same way which Pasi used.