Don't Slip

m é l i s a n d e



she's suddenly pulled from her agendas of foraging by the approach of stranger; her ears swiveling atop her crimson crown when her eyes fetch the womanly thing making way below. she's sleek.. curvier than melisande who surprising felt twinges of jealousy fill her tummy as her red orbs traced the feminine figure dressed in lovely shades of soft ecru then ivory. she bites it back though, subsiding it; she defuses with a giddy, "Hello there!",- her previous envy was secret and undetectable to the other. a back note of guilt she would have to dissect later as such a trait was not a pleasant one to have, nor her norm to feel.

it was like greenhouse down here-, warm & filled with enticing scents amongst her favorite, angelica. it's root was her prize: the musk unlike any thing else. the moss was great too. "Here for the herbs too, huh?" her grin was simple and friendly, her nub wagging slowly as she stood some feet away, never moving from her initial station.


"talk" "think"