home turf harvest

Belle wasn’t lying. She was a princess to a Kingdom that was no more. Hannibal had failed them, the whole of the family, when he lost his challenge to gain a pack. The Klein woman had never let go of her knowledge of her lineage. Hamiclar was a King, and his children the prince and princesses of the Klein empire. Deathbelle perked her ears, but wasn’t sure if she believed the wispy child as she spoke of being a lady and marrying a duke. Her words were light, and with out the depth Belle felt to her lineage.

”Yes,” she did lie about the state of her kingdom, but was it a lie if she knew it would rise again? ”but that sounds nice, dear.” she tried to hide the condescension, she wanted to befriend this girl, likely she might even be able to take more than half the harvest if she played her cards right. ”I’ve noticed that myself,” she told her as she lifted her nose to the air to try and sniff out the elusive herb. She wasn't looking forward to carrying the lamb’s ear and looking for the wintergreen. ”Is this exactly where you smelled it?” Magenta gaze looked around them, missing the distinctive berry and dark green foliage.