Ferns and Flowers

Walk | Talk | Think

He was helpful, as ever, when she asked about dens in the vicinity, though it did not look like he knew very much about where they were. His mismatched eyes looked with the same searching stare that she made as he glanced around at the thick forest, joining her as she tried to locate one nearby that could be put to use. At least I don't have to search alone, she thought to herself, trying, oddly, to be positive, he's more apt to find something than me. If they were going off of luck, anyway.

With a better sense of direction than she currently had, Jakart set off once more, and hoping he might be on to something the black and grey healer followed. As she moved she found herself becoming distracted by the plants around her, silvery-blue eyes seeking out the ones she could potentially use, and it took a bit of effort to keep herself looking for potential dens and not herbal remedies. Callisto's priorities were already set, and deviating from them was proving to be a challenge.

They crossed a stream before her grey companion stopped to poke his head inside of an empty den, and as he drew back to look around at the location Callisto stepped forward to peer inside. It did go back a ways, offering plenty of room for herself to lounge in, and though she was sure it would suffice she was also sure there was more she could do to it to make it perfect. But that could be saved until a time when she did not feel already dead on her feet.

She backed away from the den and turning her head to peer over one shoulder as she heard a slight rustle Callisto saw the cat trotting silently over toward them. Turning her attention back on Jakart, she answered, "It's better than sleeping out in the open." She had done enough of that in the Redbud Nook, and she hated feeling so exposed to the point it was hard for her to sleep. Thinking about that now, her expression seemed hesitant, reluctant for a moment though as she finished her internal debate Callisto asked, "Where's your den?" The thought of spending the night in a new place should not have bothered her, but considering everything that had happened, and the dangers she had put herself in, it seemed a little too important to brush away as unnecessary worries.