Herbalists' Cache called to the skies but she was overcast

portia came upon not just dalia, but two others-- two strangers, one with a gaze of... nothing she'd ever seen before. had she been more focused on his appearance, she two might have made the observation that he was just like her-- but opposite. but his gaze held her attention, and it wasn't until the other one-- drogon-- spoke that she was able to tear her own gaze away. dalia looked to her, and portia did the only thing she knew how to do, stepping in front of the pale sylph to direct any of the questions at herself-- for dalia didn't like to speak as much as she did.

"portia," she greeted as sweetly as she could, focusing on how charming this young man was despite his brother. his comment piqued her interest. "what were you hunting?" she asked, the rabbit hanging casually from her jaws, "ya'll are welcome to share this-- we're headed home soon, don't need it." that was all she could do, offer her own sacred southern hospitality. besides, even though the one-- rumil-- gave her chills, she couldn't place anything wrong with the pair, not quite, anyway. she assumed this was a two birds with one stone. any good intentions they had, portia had done right by them, and if something truly was wrong well-- perhaps an offering would calm their malice. for now, she remained calm.