4/27/2025, 5:27 PM
She didn’t speak, just gestured emphatically to the plant in Daryn’s grip. A gesture they could almost parse, the touch of a paw to her chest, then towards their own. A gift. A kindness.
They wanted to sneer. Instead, they looked at the plant in their grasp. How much would Harvest make fun of they ate a poison from some gentle faced woman out in the woods? That was how they got you, poisoners. Sweet faces, gentle eyes. But the smell from the plant was fresh and sharp, like the breath of winter itself. They popped it into their mouth, chewing on it languidly. Waiting, for what they weren’t sure. But the unexpected punch of the mint made them cough, before they swallowed around it.
They wanted to sneer. Instead, they looked at the plant in their grasp. How much would Harvest make fun of they ate a poison from some gentle faced woman out in the woods? That was how they got you, poisoners. Sweet faces, gentle eyes. But the smell from the plant was fresh and sharp, like the breath of winter itself. They popped it into their mouth, chewing on it languidly. Waiting, for what they weren’t sure. But the unexpected punch of the mint made them cough, before they swallowed around it.
Thank you.They finally managed around the plant and the flavor, tucking it into one cheek like one would with tobacco. Then, they quirked their own smile, small, in a copy of the woman’s own.