Ravensblood Forest paint hell red

how interesting.

Huntington was all for the betterment of her knowledge. she stared openly at the red sap, musing quietly to herself of the various medical properties it could hold. where was this when she had treated that young man? it could have easily splashed against his chest, blending in with the dried wounds. then again, she did not know if this sap was medicinal or not. it could even be a freak of a thing; a poison seeping from nature itself. and if that was so, she did delight in such news. poison was, at the core, a lovely thing to witness. 

a lanky woman, a small woman, did not inspire much - shall we say - confidence in defending oneself. thus far she had met little hostility but it was only a matter of time before that happened. mortals, she found, were overjoyed to throw their weight around. they enjoyed the pull of power, the lull of violence... Huntington was not one to be physically strong. she thought, rather assumed, that it led to a bloated head. either way, she pushed herself to her back legs with her front rested upon the bark of one tree.

her eyes were entirely focused on her work. collecting the blood sap for further study. she did not notice if another approached her from behind unless they spoke.

@Ford