home turf harvest

"I suppose it was a bit further towards the tree line, maybe just before the woods begin?" It was a rather elusive herb. Eris could tell that Belle didn't quite believe her story, but she wasn't sure if she should flesh it out any further. Her hands-off acknowledgement reminded her of how the other warrior students had treated her after she had taken the Oath of the Star: oh, yes, very nice, move along, more important things to do here.

She pricked her ears and listened, catching a faint bird call from the nearby trees. Eris loped towards the noise, using it to guide her to the forest. As the sound grew louder, she slowed down and put her nose to the ground again. Further away from the rotting fruit, scents became more distinct again. With any luck, they'd find the herb soon. "If you're a Princess, where is your royal guard?" Eris asked innocently. Weren't princesses precious things to be kept far away from harm? Not that Eris could foresee any harm befalling Belle here, but still.