Bearclaw Valley don't deny what you feel, open up your mind

After hearing her voice, Blondine concluded that she would quite like this Poet, given enough time. It was melodic and smooth with an accent that sounded regal; it might have been insulting had Blondine been vain enough to let something so simple get under her skin. Phocion mentioned it. It's very nice, flows from the mouth.

In the moments following, Blondine enjoyed sitting in silence and examining Poet's face; she found her to be quite attractive. Had she been born in another life under another name, she might have tried her hand, but that wasn't the path God had set her upon. You gotta place to keep these? Blondine asked, nodding back toward her own herb pile, Mine isn't set up just yet and I'd hate to see them all go to waste.