Herbalists' Cache iii. whispering woods of wild and lurid dreams

His ears twitched, taking in every detail of the woman. Her shyness, embarrassment. Did he say something wrong? His lips parted to say something more but then she did. Haltingly, at first, but he let her gather herself.

Druid. His eyes lit with surprise at the word. How could she know? Did the stars speak to her too?

He swallowed thickly, unsure of what to say now. Was she a Shaman? One who looked to the future and dealt with medicines? His brows drew closer together, thinking. His cornflower gaze watched the svelte with interest. He wondered what Erianthe would make of such a woman. Her interests would be in her Magick -- Sheri had no doubts this beauty possessed some -- but Sheri wondered about her story. Where did she come from to get such a voice that sounded like soft Creek water in summer? 

So many questions swirled in his mind.

She drew closer. He let her, turning his nose to her. She carried many scents though most were faded. Lavender. And the earthy, sweet smell after the first warm rains that welcomed spring was set deep in her coat. He licked his lips, nervous. He immediately liked her more. 
Myrto squeaked, peering at the stranger from her fur nest. He turned his head further, catching the foreign words spoken by the woman. He could ask about that later.
"She his Myrto, my Familiar." He smiled softly, knowing how most people reacted to his companion. 
He'd have to visit Bee soon.

"Please, let me help you apply the leaves." He let the concern creep back into his gaze. He wanted to help her even if she claimed to be fine. He knew stings were painful.