if you're terrible, i'm terribler

Winter had arrived. The small girl could feel it with the shiver under her cloak. Paws crunching atop a layer of freshly lain snow. Down the hill, down the slope, across the plain, eyes darting over to the sheep recently captured. Temptation? Yes. The ewes would make perfect targets for what she had stashed in her newly reclaimed satchel. Would she though? No. She was already teetering on the edge with Vidarr. She had to behave, if only for a little while. Get back into his good graces (as if she could ever be out of them) and then she could return to her shenanigans. For now, she could practice reasonably harmless shenanigans.

Off toward the southeastern edge of the steppe, she toes the line between Heidinn lands and the thicket. There she has found a growing cluster of foxglove. Where she was learning all of this information was her secret to keep. What mattered was that it was useful to her. Each flower she picked, her toes reaching up to delicately pluck them from their stems, she would place gently into her satchel. She would need as many as she could fit in her satchel. With her ears twisting and turning at every sound, she also watched over her shoulder in case anyone tried to come up behind her.