Herbalists' Cache you opiate this hazy head of mine

hellur~

At some point the trio had branched off on that day, early enough that it wasn't uncomfortably warm and damp. It made for good travel, to start early and rest during the hottest stretch, even if truth be told things weren't that hot here. The broad valleys and the little crannies therein provided relief from the would be oppression Dirge would have attributed to summer. And wherever he was now, well, that seemed to contribute too.

His own directionless venture hadn't proven fruitful. Resting hadn't interested him either. He had come back to their informal resting locale to find neither of his siblings there, and so he had headed off trailing one of them. Initially he didn't question whether it was Saor or Nyx, but through the weaving and bobbing of the territory he figured it out.

As it were, he also figured out that they were not alone in this habitual neck of the woods. He heard the voices long before he caught sight of Saor's lighter coat in the greens. The other as far as he could guess could not have been older than either of them; he lacked the reservation that Dirge had come to associate with age. Not that he or his sisters were crowning examples of reservation or maturity... yet. Quietly as he could muster, Dirge slipped between the bushes to catch the clipped end of their conversation to join Saor.

And without hesitation as he emerged: "Because he's delicious, presumably."