Dessert is Best Planned

Io was always doing something. If she sat idle for too long, it was easy to let her mind wander. She could remember when she was dead and it would be so simple to let her consciousness drift in the wind once more. She hadn't a care in the world then. Now she had responsibilities. Taking care of Deathbelle and keeping the woman company. That kept Iolaire tethered to earth. Sometimes though, she just needed to go do something.

The wirey old woman was stalking about the God's Garden, hunting for various herbs that she could shove into the satchel around her neck when she caught sight of a young wolf. Iolaire's face scrunched up for a moment and she moved forward, making no effort to hide her presence. "What are you doing there?" Green and gold eyes noted the leaf and the little pile of berries. A brow arched, the old woman giving a little chortle. "Planting? Want me to show you how to do it right?" Iolaire's wiggly digits were all green, meaning that she was very, very good with plants.

"Iolaire"