Plus my only natural talent's wasted / Herb Storing

[Seven]

MY PATIENCE IS WANING-
[b][i]IS THIS ENTERTAINING??

It seemed to be slowly getting back into the swing of things here in the swamp -- granted, tensions between Tanglewood and The Typhoon had gotten a lot worse. But it was quiet in the environment. Even with the addition of two newcomers to Tanglewood. One that had apparently been there before, and her child. Seven wasted no time in granting them shelter in her own home, fixed up from the flood that happened at the end of last year. Shelves were holding neatly held Herbs in jars and leather bags. At least, for the most part.

Dragging her paws inside, the blind tigress lumbered toward the desk that she'd prepared the night before, leather bags plopped down on it in a straight line, with herbs tied to the outside of each to determine the contents. Speaking of, the Regent lowered her basket of sparse herbs, feverfew, catmint, lavender, and a few others, and slowly raised the bushel of lavender up to the desk. With a gentle hum, she started to break the stems to make sure the bushel could fit in the bag, unaware of anyone watching her.

#psy.