Herbalists' Cache Remember When We Had Chocolate

steals this since Brisbane has gone inactive, @Sherigrim

Memories of her chance encounter with the mist-pelted druid found her restless even in slumber, surfacing like a lost treasure displaced from the depths of her sleeping mind. They remained vivid even upon waking, when custard crown would rise from the fold of her slender forelegs with a start. So much so that Elve could no longer ignore the urgent whisper within that harried her to return to the setting of their fated meeting. 

With great haste did the Sami pull her wrap close about her slim shoulders, like the red maid of lore, and flee on fleet paws from the abandoned fox warren she had nested in. 

The witch would stumble as she attempted to locate the thicket where Sherigrim's gaze had first so gently brushed along her skin - ranging too far west in her first attempts. 

At last, when all hope seemed forsaken, the elf happened upon the correct strand of the Cache much by coincidence - as she did the Faery himself. 

The tine of a stag's antler was clutched betwixt her pale jaws, a gift for the druid who might find use for it as an athame of sorts, which prevented the tiny fae from speaking. Her feathered cream plume wagged joyfully at her hips, butterfly ears fluttering to rest against her skull neatly as a muffled whine escaped around the bone. 

Elve bent, resting the chunk of antler at her paws, straightening to direct a warm smile in the storm-born's direction. 

"T'is woman greets you, Druid," the golden aura would rasp gently, the warmth that was meant to truly be expressed in the sentiment of her people audibly present for once.