9/28/2025, 2:23 PM
Skill: Herbalist
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The sun was too warm. The flowers were too bright. The sky lit with odd rainbows that danced ever-closer, aiming themselves in her general direction. The barest hints of a scowl might be seen on the edges of her lips, if one were to look close enough. The witchy woman often avoided any situation that presented itself with such ... flaire.
It was a self-diagnosed allergy of sorts.
But for some reason, she pushed through the daylight, her dark form a dark blur against the patchwork of color. And there were others here, too. Some with their purses, and some with curiosity dancing behind their eyes. But it seems they all understood that this — these flowers, these clouds, presenting in this season — were unnatural.
And that was what drew Sreda's muzzle closer, her tufted ears pressed forward as she woefully sorted through the sickeningly sweet scents. She was looking for the diamond in the rough — the decay against the alluring backdrop of pleasures. She knew the Plague was here — it just had to be.
