Herbalists' Cache pussy wagon

Lost? She snorts a little, eyes not trailing from the fruit between Varinril’s paws. No, she’s not lost. She turns a little and rolls over to her right to swipe at a nearby apple. Part of it doesn’t look too appealing but if she rolls it the other day, the firm part is exposed. “Is it lost if I don’t have anywhere to go?” she asks with a roll of her shoulder. It’s too late to go back to Drageda—surely she’s been gone long enough they’d consider her a deserter. Like Arrille. Another outsider where she shouldn’t have been in the first place.
 
Mallaidh wrinkles her nose and bites at the fruit, tearing it away, but she doesn’t eat the chunk so much as spitting it out. Her only goal is to destroy it, instead. “Where are you going?”