One Man's Trash... [Peregrine]
07-24-2016, 07:47 PM
Her faith in Mags would not disappoint. The paler woman was luckily easy to spot among the heaps and piles of refuse that surrounded them, and it was a lucky thing too. Peregrine's eyes flew from on point to another. She had merely skirted the edges of this place in her cursory survey of the land. The rancid smell had driven her away. Magpie hardly seemed phased by it, and with Wolf's sharp eyes looking out ahead for them, they were making their way like a pack on the heels of a buck. He picked out a landmark and made a hard line for it, all while Peregrine and Tsiry zigged back and forth around the field like mad rabbits. Her first instinct was to begin grabbing everything in site but her pack could only hold so much! Soon the smell of the pungent plant began to fill her nose. It was a miracle that the pair she roamed with could find their way so easily. Their pairing was one of friendship and convenience alike, it would seem. She quirked a brow and smiled up at Tsiry. "See, look at them go! Why couldn't I find myself a flying lemur?" she quipped. Tsiry rolled her eyes and scoffed, watching as her own companion rooted around through the debris. "You have to look at things from my end. Think of the state of the world if it had been the other way around! We're simply not ready for flying pigs." Peregrine through up her head and laughed. Magpie called out ahead of them. The earthen woman kicked up her heels and found a ragged patch of the stuff. Its leaves were ragged and dark, sharply toothed, and its odor was nearly overwhelming. Although she did not see them yet, she knew the plant would flower after the height of summer. Magpie began to break down one plant, looking it over like she was casing a victim. Pere grinned. There was not much, but there would hopefully be enough for both of them. She liked the idea of transplanting sprouts, they would keep for a few days if she let them soak on a creek bank for a while each day. She remembered a secluded glade she'd stumbled across the other day, and the idea of making a private garden all her own was more than tempting. "The young springs could be clipped and moved, maybe some of the yearlings. I'm after the leaves, personally." She knew wolves who dried them and smoked them to speak to their gods, and she suspected it might be common here as well. And maybe she just wanted to try it a little bit. "Tsiry" |
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