Herbalists' Cache pussy wagon

Flaying the flesh, flavor exploded on her tongue. Literally. Why was there so much water in this thing? Tasty water. Oh damn, she could suck on these all day. And the way the apple breaks so skillfully beneath her teeth is a thing of beauty, truly. Varinril artfully hews off another slice, testing it on her tongue. It felt almost buoyant in her mouth, sliding down her gullet in a fulfilling manner.

She had just exposed the core when Miss Sourpuss came trotting back into view. Varinril felt an electric protectiveness surge through her. She had to mentally tell herself to calm down. Sourpants did not seem intent on robbing her, but the way she started to circle was sending her mixed signals. The fur along her scruff rose in sharp peaks, ears, and eyes observant. If her questioning company ever slid out of view, her ears picked up the sound of her paws.

"Varinril." She decided against sharing her family name. That was a clusterfluck she did not want to deal with right now. "I think you need help because you are alone." She grows contemplative, her near-black eyes peering into Mallaidh's Amulet green ones. "We can accomplish more by sticking together." As for what they could work towards was entirely in the other's court. She didn't seem the criminal sort. Just lost.