once upon a dream

As ever, Iolaire had dirt on her paws when others needed her. The healer had been back in her secret garden when the call came. Of course she instantly recognized the voice and called Deathbelle into the cottage and out the back. Iolaire had fenced off this portion of land. The only entrance was by coming through her home. The things within were too dangerous to be left unguarded. Currently she was working on crafting a shelf off to the side where she might place pots of her various poisons.

So far she had constructed the framework of the shelf with tall saplings that were cut even. She had them securely tied with twine. Maybe too much twine, but she wanted the shelving to be incredibly sturdy. It was already backed up against the side of the hill where she had removed the land to flatten it into a long dirt wall. Having knotted the piece of twine that she was working on, Iolaire cast green-gold eyes to her dear friend. "Hey, Belle. How are you?" She was curious as to why the woman would seek her out. Maybe she just needed some companionship.