my how things change

The girl would agree to take her and immediatly she was up and making a rather zig zagged path though the willow boughs. Zuriel... The girl would easily answer Dione's questions, speaking about herself and her grandmother. Her grandmother was a master of herbs? Interesting... "Where are your parents? Do you live with your grandma?" Dione would ask easily, curious if the girl was orphaned. The sweet smell of her plant would reach her suddenly and slowly the woman's head would lift, inhaling sharply befre exhaling languidly. The child would move forward to push back some boughs to reveal a sativa plant, large in budding beautifully. Dione's jaw would drop almost in disbelief, barely registering Zuriel's question. "It's beautiful, perfect even! My daughter is about your age and also loves herbs. You two should meet sometime. She is trying to collect seeds of as many plants as she can and grow her own close to home. We live in the south so it's warm there. I promised her I would bring her seeds from a canibis plant home..." Dione would murmur softly, reaching forward touch the plant as if in wonder.