Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

so she was a witch.

or so it seemed.

with each mention of herbs, germanicus was reminded of fennec. he asked himself if that garden still existed, and if within that garden were the dark things he had once considered. once plucked.

"you are very bold," he rejoined with a tone that revealed nothing. he turned the acorn over again and this time he lowered his muzzle to catch the variant fragrances. "and thoughtful." she knew him not and yet offered this for sentiment. "i do not believe in luck, mirwen. but i will keep this as a token of companionship. thank you."

something in his face further thawed and he flicked an ear to indicate it would not be pierced for any reason. "your nobility allows you to court warriors?" it was not done in editum. the only leverage from the soldier class was royalty. his blood kept him from truly being one of them, no matter what respect he earned and what battles he won. had he been born on the other side of the palace walls, he would never have been able to marry a noblewoman.