belladonna and nightshade

The mangrove seemed relatively safe, and if she wanted some water loving herbs before they lest the east they needed to make a detour. Belle allowed Banshee to wander off, they would be close enough she could hear her niece call out if anything happened. The girl was closing in on a year old and Deathbelle was eager to build a sense of self-sufficiency in her niece. Decorated paws moved silently over the huge branches of the mangrove trees as magenta gaze swept her surroundings.

Oddly enough she’d catch sight of movement. For a moment Belle thought it was Banshee but after some observation she was assured it was not. Curious she stalked closer and found him digging at some horsetail. The corner of her lips lifted as she moved closer, as quietly as she could in the canopy above. Belle maneuvered herself directly above the plant he was digging at, and the moment he freed it from the earth Belle stretched out and grabbed hold of the plant with her jaws.

If he didn’t try and grab it back the woman would swing it up into the branches with her and say, ”What a fine gentleman to do the dirty work for a lady.” She still hadn’t decided if she would fight him for it or give it back if he made a fuss. He was easy on the eyes, and Belle would enjoy the interaction either way.