You caught me under false pretenses

This was an enjoyable encounter for the Archer-Lyall, even if it was a little of an atypical way to go about things. She swung her head to snap at the flailed branch, snatching a few leaves from the long frond before the stranger girl pulled it away with her retreat.

She used the dark woman’s question as an excuse to catch her breath, squaring her feet and dipping her chin. “It’s good fer lotsa things too, like any poison, it’s in th’ dose.” She lunged forward with a harmless snap, tail waving before retreating again. “Yer can grind it down an’ add it to tea ter help with swollen injuries, takes th’ edge of pains in joints. Yer can add it to a poultice fer open wounds. More effective ter drink it, or eat in a pinch, if yer can bring yerself ter swallow it, that is.” Another grin was offered before she charged again, set on another collision course.

“Speech”