gilded thicket

The woman's violet eyes look up into a thorny bush. A cluster of twigs, hair, fur, and leaves are just within the confines of several thorny branches. She was sure there would be either small baby birds or a few eggs laying comfortably inside. How to get past the sharp thorns though?

A call rings out and sends a few birds fluttering away from the branches. Well, that at least clears the area of dive-bombing bird parents.

"'Ello, petite one." She calls out to the pale girl, spying her easily in the shadows. "You are lost, mon cher?" She asks in her thick accent, absently looking for a long stick devoid of thorns. What was a child doing here in this thicket? She could share the spoils of the nest with her if she found a way to get to it. No luck, ah but what's this? A bushy plant, with opposite bracts along the stem, and teardrop leaves, yes! Solomons seal! The tiny petals under the branches are exactly what she was looking for!