Overture Downs the sun will come out tomorrow..

Senseless indeed. While extremely good at maintaining focus, Ilya lacked the ability to spread her senses and be aware of what was around her. She was wonderful and making sure she got all of the herbs (with roots!) from the ground, but all the same did she forget to pay attention to the surrounding land; the nearby cat, specifically. 

She scraped them from underneath, piling them neatly before her and sniffing them curiously. Her nose wrinkled. Definitely Dandelions, she'd never quite liked the vague scent that it gave off. Feeling confident in her small gathering, she set off to look for more, scooping them up carefully and holding them gently by the stems. She sniffed around curiously, but could smell nothing other than the dandelions. Unaware still of her surroundings, she used her eyes instead to find more. They remained glued to the ground. Unless someone spoke loudly or made any noises, she was already a cornered mouse for the hunter.