Herbalists' Cache currach

Sorry for the tiny, late post!

Knowing the other fae would follow, she began to scour the land. Her eyes pinned to the forest floor, and her snout scenting the herb laden ground for the hazy notes of warm dry earth and flowers that would lead her to the seed pod her companion searched for. She knew without a doubt there would be some here, it was just whether or not they would locate it.

At Kitsch's question her rapid pace faltered. When she spoke, it came out distracted, "Ah well, I am a hunter. I only know things like poppy and such from needing things to handle my injuries. I come across many things on my hunts." She looked to the other femme for understanding. She was not a fellow botanist, as Kitsch seemed to be, but she had a respect for the trade.