Broken Antler Fen Start of something good

As Seb picked plants and made his pile, Aviana did, too. She paused when her brother said that he would experiment with her Daisy theory. Experiment? She hadn't thought of that. That's a good idea, she said. Let me know how it turns out. She wasn't sure when a wolf might come out who had lost its appetite, but she hoped someone would soon. 

She gave him a soft smile when he apologized, instantly forgiving him. She knew that name had a different affect on her than it did him; after all, he was the one who had killed their Uncle. If Aviana had gotten to see the lifeless body, maybe she would feel differently, stronger.

She giggled at his man comment, though realized she had next to know experience when it came to males. It didn't bother her as it might some, mostly because it just didn't interest her at the moment. She was so timid around them that it was hard to imagine anything more than a conversation. She paused again in her pickings to look at him. I does house nice wolves. If I can see that, everyone else can, too. For she was the one who always thought the worst in others, and feared their bad intentions. Coming here let her see that it simply wasn't that way.

Do you have a herb den? I think I might make one of my own, she said, picking up her stash of chamomile and daisies. She trotted over to him and set them down. Do you have anything in particular you want me to look for next? she asked, unsure if he had a need for something immediately.