Herbalists' Cache dark sky

*steals* B)

Poet's acquired a second project. A slightly more urgent one, by all accounts. While the small red woman is making progress in healing, the short supply of poppy the sinner'd managed to hold on to had run out and she needs to gather supplies. She doesn't know what she'll be able to find this time of year but anything that could at least ease her pain, stave off infection, is her goal. (And if she keeps an eye out for trinkets to line her altar with too, well. She's past the point of pretending she isn't selfish.)

Poet pauses, wondering if she should change direction as the forest she currently lingers in seems bare, but something about it makes her want to keep looking. She steps across the pine with light paws, suddenly alert, and catches the fresh scent of another nearby. The stranger is easy to find seeing as he's just finished relieving himself, and Poet lets out a bemused chuff, wondering if he'll be of any use to her current task.