love-me-not

*Gavroche*

Gavroche had decided it was time to do some herb hunting. So, with his bag awkwardly slung over his head Gavroche set off away from the Orchard, there where his final destination would be he didn’t know. Soon, he and Bellamy were going to make their trip to the Armada. He wasn’t sure if they would be accepted, but Bells wasn’t worried about things. If one pack wouldn’t take them in she was sure another would. It seemed she was getting back to her feisty old self, much to Gavroche’s relief. He was after the herbs Bae-Syl had mentioned now; Bellamy would need them, if only for her peace of mind.

The male refused to let anything get in the way of his mate’s success. They were stubborn about each other, though less so when it came to their own happiness. It was funny, really, how they were so ready to fight for each other. But he supposed that was normal when it came to someone you loved.

The tiny winged male made his way into one of the most plant-rich lands he knew in boreas - Fern Gulley. He knew the gulley was useful for healers of all sorts, with many different herbs growing freely. But the lavender was what the male would be after, his green gaze sweeping the land. James was looking as well, though Jessie was hanging from her usual perch behind his ear and sleeping. She had grown used to being in sunlight while she slept, though she didn’t bother opening her eyes when Gav was out and about during the day.

When Gavroche saw the purple flowering plants he set towards them only to quickly pause. It seemed there was a female near them, digging up another plant. Gavroche keep his distance, wanting to be respectful, his voice soft as he called to the femme so as to not startle her.

“Hello there,” He called. ”I hope I’m not being a bother, miss. Do you mind if I come closer? Those purple flowers near you, the lavender, I need to collect those.” He hoped that she wouldn’t mind the company as she worked to harvest her own plant, motherwort, he noticed. It wasn’t a surprising plant given her current state. He recognized the shifted scent immediately from when Bells had fallen pregnant. He had heard some females got moodier when they were pregnant as well, goodness knew Bells was, but hopefully, that wouldn’t be the case here. While he was sure more lavender grew here he didn’t want to spend all afternoon looking for it when some were right there.

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Gathering an Herb - 1 / 3 (Lavender)
Meeting Someone New - 0 / 3 (Eden)

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