Sleeping Dragon i feel like pablo

She paced along, bundles of herbs in her mouth -- unidentifiable to the point that she no longer knew what was what, a stray leaf dropping from time to time though it had mostly gone unnoticed. She wasn't the organized, composed herbalist that she had hoped to be. Rather, she was constanly moving, making a mess, and learning -- but at least she was getting better. Lucia noticed that her supply had depleted, evident by the trail of miscellaneous herbs that seemingly followed behind her. A groan was stifled, accompanied by a slight eye-roll.

Lucia bent to pick up the scraps, eyeing another, younger girl emerge from her den. She began to collect the fallen contents a bit faster in hopes she wouldn't be seen scouring the ground for her belongings. She glanced at the young girl while doing so, deciding whether or not to make eye contact. Maybe if she acknowledged the girl's presence, she could help her pick up the herbs strewn across the ground.