Ravensblood Forest hello, it's me

"Trick, like a trickster," Andromeda hummed, tasting the word, tasting the scents that lay upon his coat. She knew none of them yet stored them away, hid them for times to come in which she would need the knowledge all while she danced with the man, spinning them in circles in time with the beat of their music and the rhythm of their song. "Herbs might I help thee find, and what shalt thou offer me in return?"

Her eyes twinkled, cyan pools almost glowing in the light as she moved, standing some distance away from him now, giving him the opportunity to consider his own offer in return for hers. Should he choose not to stay, the woman was fine by it, and she would continue her mindless wandering by herself. "Shalt I gain a share of the spoils granted by thy fair hand?"

Slender legs pulled the woman into a sitting post, awaiting her Trickster's reply.