home turf harvest

Deathbelle seemed to grasp and keep the young girl’s attention as she spoke, mostly with truth about her past. At least she did for a moment until a much more important herb was spotted. Belle watched with deep magenta gaze as the dark and white marked girl raced up to the meadowsweet eagerly. ”Grab a bit for me will you, dear?” Pet names were not a common occurrence in the Klein woman, but Eris was very sweet and reminded her too much of her sweet Ana. "Was your mother the Queen, then?" Belle tried to hide her surprise at the question as she looked away.

Yvonne was still a touchy subject for the Klein Princess, and despite that she didn’t feel like stretching the truth to Eris. She’d lived with the truth her whole life, and her mother didn’t define that. Still, she loved and missed the woman dearly.

”No, but she loved my father very much.” her voice had grown distant, her loss evident only barely. Belle shook herself and looked where they were already heading. Was that a hint of red? ”I see something red. This way,” she offered before walking that direction. Eris could easily catch up when she had enough meadowsweet.