when will my life begin
12-22-2020, 11:32 AM
The girl didn't seem terribly bothered by her presence so Cicero wouldn't be bothered by it either. With a shrug, she continued beneath the willow trees protective branches. It was one of the larges there, afterall. At being questioned about her intentions, the monochromatic woman chuckled. "Oh, I just plan to make a little brew. Something special." Special was one word for it. The mixture what she was going to make would be out of this world. Shifting the pack from her shoulder, Cicero began removing various items. Small containers filled with different herbs a stack of strange leaves. She brought out a nice sized pot as well; one of her findings when searching some old ruins. As she set things up, Cicero spared a glance to the small, long furred girl. "Probably not a good idea for someone like you to be out by yourself, you know. There have been slavers around lately." She'd seen roving bands of wolves carrying chains and cages. Stealing this child would be an easy feat for them. Having laid out all of the items that she needed, Cicero began moving around the area, collecting dried branches and other items that would burn. She just needed enough heat to get the water boiling. Oh right, water. Taking the pot between her teeth, Cicero filled it about half way with water from one of the streams then drug it back beneath the tree. She was ready for this experience, though the girl probably wouldn't want to stick around to see it. "Speech" |