Wild Berry Meadow do re mi

Her eyes darted to the pale woman, nose twitching as she leaned forward to catch the stranger's scent. There was something different about her, something Rose was not familiar with yet felt like she had experienced once before a long time ago. Perhaps it was a sickness or disease, but all the young flame knew was that the female before her smelt differently than any other she had come across. 

Her lips parted to question about the woman's scent, but she was stopped by the stranger's own sudden words. Not ripe enough, not in season; that much was obvious. "Do you know when they will be in season?" she asked, her head tilting slightly upwards as she waited for an answer.