Who We Are Isn't How We Live

"Hmm..." she hummed, following the pale woman's gaze to the other wilting herbs nearby. That was a bit of a concern, wasn't it? It wouldn't do to have the pack short on herbs, especially if there was a need for them later. They'd need to watch out when the dry season hit full force, and focus hard on gathering resources and preparing for trouble before it came to their doorstep. "Perhaps this should be addressed soon," she mused, making mental note to talk to Ashiel and see about setting up some trips to further lands in hopes of grabbing as many essential herbs as possible before they started wilting en mass.

Aranea was this woman's name, and Razi repeated it in her head a few times to commit it to memory. The woman didn't seem up to discussing her activities at length, and Razi wasn't particularly interested in pressing the matter so she smiled and said, "If you're ever interested in having a tag along when you look for herbs outside the territory feel free to give me a call. I'll be inside the borders a little more often now." Razi still wasn't terribly sure how to feel about raising children, but she wasn't going to back out at this point. Besides, the ebony and gold woman was a little bit pleased to know she was able to join the ranks of Abraxas who carried on their line with a new generation.