Sleeping Dragon Opal

The girl nods quickly. "Indeed, ma'am," she says, her slight southern accent drawing out in her sweet 'ma'am'. "And of course-- are you as well?" she asks. Poppy seeds were not hard to indentify, of course, even wolves with the smallest amount of medicinal knowledge could point out a poppy seed-- but she still had to ask. "I enjoy the exercise," she adds, her smile faultering for a split second. She wished to roam far far beyond Drageda's borders, but knew that if she went to explore-- she'd never come back. If there were poppy seeds here, then she'd find poppy seeds-- damnit. 

"I am also hoping to become an expert healer," she adds, oversharing a key quality in any southern girl. "I'm stocking up on herbs, currently, and replanting my own garden," she adds, nosing to the skull filled with dirt, rather than the one filled with seeds.