Wild Berry Meadow do re mi

[table width=85%][tr][td]She threw up this morning. 

This fact would not be so startling if she didn't recognize the symptoms. The sun baked carcass she had passed after leaving the mud churned river behind, dried meat clinging to the bones as it was scavenged by carrion crows, would not have bothered her before. Only a small whiff of the scent brought her breakfast, a fat brown rat, back up her throat. 

Liri chose not to think on it. If she thought on it, her stress might crush her. The fae had taken to lavender for her anxiety though this did not keep the heavy thoughts at bay for long. 

So immersed in her troubles was she that Liri did not notice the scent of the other until she was almost upon them, the bright coloring of the woman's coat snapping her back to reality. 

She dances back a few paces, not unlike the way a spooked horse might, tail puffing in surpise like a startled cat. The snow-crafted woman settles with a tight smile of embarassment, noticing then the grimace of disgust. 

"I don't believe those are ripe enough yet. Not quite their season," she murmurs conversationally as she approaches the shrub with a curious glance.[/table][/tr][/td]