SAVE YOURSELF --- herb lesson / patrol

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— aine | the pitt | fae druid —

"Embry! … Mr. Embry, I... Wanna come!" The tiny vixen nearly tripped over her paws on the way, hazel hues bright.  Little flowers seemed to grow in her wake, vibrant in response to the excitement the child seemed to overflow with.  An herb expedition.  In other words, an excuse to explore farther away than normal.  With adult supervision.

Pitch black ears flicked back as she bit her the inside of her cheeks.  He'd let her go with him right?  She'd be good.  Well.  She'd try to at least.  Aine knew her attention span failed her sometimes.  Especially when something pretty fluttered past.  Like a butterfly.  Her stomach twisted.  "I-I'll be good, promise… I'll stay r-right behind you an' listen... Real good.  An-an I can carry t-the herbs!"

Odds were in his favor though, for the child intended to be a master druid.  She ought to know her herbs then.

— I'll come back when you call me —