belladonna and nightshade

He gave her his name, seemingly almost offended at her use of the word ‘stranger’ still she kept the amused smile playing on her lips. ”The pleasure is mine, Holland. I am Deathbelle Klein.” She gave him her own title with a quick nod of her head and a sweep of her ivory tail. He went on to mention the uses he could remember and Belle watched him with intense purple eyes as he went on. Most of them she recognized, but a couple uses surprised her. Bedwetting pups? Brittle bones? She added the uses to her list, of course she wasn’t sure she could take him at his word and would experiment before replying on untested information.

”No, you sound well versed in the uses of horsetail.” She praised him easily as she caressed the plant that had been stolen from him. ”What else did you have your eye on?” She asked amusedly, wondering if she was better off remaining where she was or on the ground searching for useful plants along side of him.