Sing Me Like A Folksong [Amaryllis]

Lydia struggled to focus. She'd been busy all morning and the whisper of the wind through the trees and the warm sunlight streaming in was like a lullaby. She was tempted to just curl up and rest here but she didn't want to risk it. No, the girl had things to do. Time to focus and get to work. Her nostrils flared, searching for the pungent odor of the herb she sought. Motherwort's distinctive smell made it easier to track by scent rather than by sight and as she maneuvered around the oaks she spied some growing under the hedges. The five-lobed leaves with their little hairs and dull green coloring greeted her and she grinned. Success! She was about to go gather some when she heard a rustling and she turned to see a lovely little fox with a little leaf sticking out of her mouth. Lydia wrinkled her nose. She recognized the hint of leaf as motherwort, the very herb she was seeking though she'd always heard it had an awful bitter taste.

The fox finished swallowing and Lydia smoothed out her expression and smiled. "Oh, I apologize to, I hope I'm not intruding on your garden. I was just looking for some motherwort here. If… if I'm not being to nosey is that what you were just eating?"