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high in the halls of the kings who are gone
the priestess would dance with her ghosts

"Lady. The word was enough to send a tickle of bittersweet nostalgia through her limbs, but Karine merely broadened her smile a little in acknowledgment of the stranger's response. She could agree that he was being ambitious in his attempts to salvage the flower. To be fair, though, it was rare for something of such color, versatility, and fragility to bloom amidst the chill; she couldn't blame him for trying to take it while overall pickings were slim. If this particular specimen was so far able to withstand the winter weather, then it would certainly survive being transplanted.

"A fine one so far," she offered to his question, voice rolling like butter off a practiced, steady tongue as she huffed a single chuckle. "It's been quiet, but I can't complain. A healer's blessing, no?" Those who dabbled in plants tended to use those plants. She was guessing about this male's profession, but something about him told her that they shared similarities in their work--and knowledge about what came along with it.

"Would you like another set of eyes and paws?"

Karine offered a soft wag of her own tail before tilting her head a little and nodding down to his prize. She had no way of toting around anything she foraged for at the moment, but that didn't mean she couldn't still indulge by assisting another.

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the ones she had lost and the ones she had found
and the ones who had loved her the most