Herbalists' Cache dark sky

She does not bother to avert her eyes, unbothered by the daily facts of life. He is aware of her but does not speak, so the sinner gets straight to the point, voice brisk. "I'm looking for some plants. Have you happened to see any flowers around here? Small and bright red, or round and golden, preferably." It's a long shot. Winter is not the best time to go and get your tail torn off, though she supposes she can't really blame the girl so much as her attacker... though she has not pressed for any more details.