The Ticking of the Clock
"my name is Rose" she replied to the man - this Chrysanthos Beaufort. every being here seemed to have a surname; be it important or not. family aside, it held weight. "I am looking for boneset and valerian root" she added in with a grateful dip of her head. "I'm not usually so superstitious but Boreas has many truths hidden underneath lies. or so I've found." she angled her body physically to walk further into the swamp.
witch, cannibal... or not, some lies held a deeper knowledge. she knew her swamp would protect her, fold her into its bosom, along with her bodyguard's actions. though the man did not have to know it. perhaps he could even be useful. "and I can carry twice as much if someone were to help me" she smiled over her shoulder at the man. saying nothing further, she kept her eyes peeled for her precious herbs.
"3/3 met new wolf |