At first, they bristled. Felt the fur along their shoulders spike as if they were an alley cat rather than the noble bred creature they actually were. Had the miasma of anger corrupted this one, so far from that accursed cottage? Were they about to be set upon? Their tongue probed Acanthis’s name, but no teeth came. Only a gentle woman the color of a snowy peak. With some sort of leaf in her mouth. She rested it beside their paw, and took a hasty step back.
And Daryn? Was at a loss. There was no need for this, to be kind. And yet she was anyway.
Thank you.It was stilted, but they reached over to pluck the plant up and look at it closer.
What are you asking for it?That made sense, right? Asking for something in exchange for this?
