Pocket Full of Posies

“Not any particular direction, no.” He commented easily. “I wouldn’t mind hearing more about your Kesali though, I’d like to get more familiar with all the packs in this area.” It was only a lie by omission; he knew enough about one of the packs, the pack he intended to take but would gladly welcome any more information he could glean from the girl.

He started to move, nose down attempting to weed out the scent of herbal medicines over the scent of rotting fruit. It was a dry day, as all the days in the summer had been and the thought of fire was never too far from his mind after his brush with death on the island. He thought of the scent of apple leaves burning and how the sickly sweet smell had been almost intoxicating before his mind jumped back to the present and he looked over his shoulder to see if the girl was still following him.

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