Wild Berry Meadow what i have done

The stranger turned to roam as the man's jaw clicked shut and he looked on with mild interest. Like a shadow of sorts, he kept pace with the scruff, molten orbs scouring the grasses in a lame attempt to look for the stems his estranged company searched for. Through the eyes of the dark Treborn, the groundcover looked more or less the same, of varying shades of green, yes, but merely a blended book of plants.

Though he sensed the magpied sir's disinterest, his intentions were not discouraged and so found himself peering curiously at the specimen as it was placed back atop the earthy surface. He hadn't spotted it until it was literally plucked right from under his nose and, after retreating to stand a few feet away, found him lazily forming a question. "What is that? Does it have a use?"