Blackfeather Woods Making my rounds

Kendra watched Venus and her little gifts. She was wondering why the female would take the plants from their earth and place them in a clay rock. Now they wouldn't grow or be able to spread their roots. She basically saw it as plant torture. Her eyes looked at the gifts unsure if she wanted one or which one was hers. Her pale eyes looked at Venus not understanding why she did this.

She sat down by Nemesis side and looked, clearly disapproving, of the way she treated the plants. The little botanist liked to see plants alive and if they were plucked they would be needed for some good use, not decoration. Sure, she wanted the glowing moss in her garden but she would make sure it would be able to grow and not be stuck in a piece of hardening ground. These plants were doomed to die.