Je suis une enfant du monde

The other woman answered dryly, her lips set in an amused curl. 'Only if you've no imagination.' Ha. The ash and mud stranger took a moment to assess Absinth, while still her movements continued on searching for herbs to pluck from the earth. Absinth couldn't help the grin twitching it's way across her lips, her snout wrinkling in the process. Her inability to control her expressions rearing it's ugly face again. "Oh you know. Making friends." She rumbled with mirth, an edge of snark entering her tone. "The polar bears have been great to play with- they make comfortable beds too." Absinth quipped with a laugh. Her eyes seeking contact with the strangers, peering down at the satchel once again. "Got a purpose for those?" She sauntered closer to the other woman slowly, testing the boundaries of this interaction. And why not ask? No harm in new information.
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