Tendrils, Satchels and Birds! Oh my!

Lately, Melanth had been allowing Helonia full access since their interaction with Absinth. The situation didn’t do much to ease her anxiety; but, they’d made some sort of breakthrough. A probationary period to which was given to Mel to gain their sister’s trust. Something she took with a grain of hope. Not wanting to be overly optimistic about a future she knew held no true value. Until proven otherwise.

With Helonia resting after their last encounter ending in a tiresome rendezvous. Memories of a certain violet male flashing like lights before her eyes coming to life. Melanth decided it was time to focus on more important things. Such as finally getting to the knowledge of this place herbal collections and remedies.

Dainty, soft paws wandered over the softened snowy landscape. Such beauty of this area nearly took her breath away. The hovering branches, which curved down as if weighed by life itself, displayed before her. Their tendril like leaves swaying in the winter’s warming breeze. Spring clearly coming soon from the sun’s high placement in position above. Reflecting the entire tundra in various colors.

Mela took her time observing the area. Nose checking to see if any other were hiding about. And when none came to, a smile claimed her lips. Allowing her gaze to sweep along the grounds in hopes of finding certain items to create a durable satchel. It would start the beginning of a long process. Collecting, gathering, and organizing a perfect den to store all of her possessions. This just so happen to be a perfect time because Helonia was sleeping somewhere in the depths of their mind.

How lucky was she?

A soft hum came to be heard. Using a paw to dig at the small huddles of melting frost to find fallen, bendable twigs. Which she took for braiding later on. Some vines coiled around a few closer branches that soon were added. Though, they did not go without a fight. Tugging quite viciously in order to snap them free from their hold.

Somewhere in the distance, maybe in the current tree she was working on, a familiar sound reached her ears. Their pointed positions now seemed more alert. Than their recent relaxed posture. Could it be? She sworn Rakia killed her old crow friend. Yet, there she was, now coming eye to eye with those two dark black holes. Once more swallowing her into them.

Well. Well. Well.
"Helonia"~~"Melanth"