Herbalists' Cache das lied von der erde

"In that case you are very lucky to meet me first," Apple said with a cryptic smile, as if implying that there were worse Blackthorns to run into. Of course, that did not apply to her own brood. No matter, how annoyed she was at times with them, no one was allowed to speak trash about them except for her, naturally.

"Mahler Swiftcurrent, my pleasure," Apple dipped her muzzle politely. "Well, it is not particularly gentleman-like to ask lady for her age. But - on that matter - I am not much of a lady anyway. So - I forgive you. Hmmm... quite a lot years, really, I am not sure. What about you? Are you at the age, when sand comes off you more than anything else?"