Tell me a story.

Atreyu listened carefully to Fairytale as she plucked what buds she could from the cannabis plants around them, the pale woman's words reaching her ears. Fairytale expressed a wish for a more permanent residence, and Atreyu couldn't agree more. If she felt this way, how did the others feel? She would have to ask when she gathered them all to her. "I agree with you, Fairytale. We are a growing family," By family she was including Fairytale, and it was clear in her tone and the way those holographic silver-to-lavender eyes looked over at the albino.

Placing the herbs in her satchel, Atreyu smiled once more. "I have been giving thought to the idea of a more permanent setting, we need a true home. Traveling this way has grown tiresome. But, I need to know more about the packs around us and their leaders." Eventually, she knew she would have to find them a home, and she was determined to do just that. She just had to figure out how and who and when. Sometime soon, she assumed, judging by the way her band grew. This was not a sustainable way to live, this was only temporary, a stepping stone so to speak.

3/3 collected an herb - cannabis
"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'