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

An unfamiliar warmth stirred within - spring blossoms caught in a gentle breeze - and Elve felt a smile bloom despite the niggling insecurities laid in place by the Sami. Warmth colored her cheeks and her buttermilk crown dipped shyly, distracting herself with the playful Myrto in order to hide the tentative emotion Sherigrim had induced. 

After a time, when the buffering winds brought the scent of rain and lifted the leaves upon their branches, Elve recognized with a stab of dismay that it was time to go - lest she be caught in the coming storm. 

The Medicine Woman rose to her paws and rummaged through the otter medicine bag - withdrawing a bundle of herbs used to prevent infections. Burdock and chervile root, horsetail, and mallow, woven together into a plait. The Sami placed the plants gently at the Druid's dove paws - daring to lift her ocean gaze to meet gentle cornflowers as she stepped back. 

" 'Tis custom in Sapmi to return kin'ness," she murmured with a small smile. 

"May ta spirits wat' over you, Druid," the elf touched her nose to his shoulder, turning and tucking the bundle within the folds of her wrap as she turned away. 

She tugged the caribou hide over her small form, offering Sherigrim a last smile and dip of her head before merging with the woodworks - for once, hopeful.