Wild Berry Meadow One for the Money

it wasn't lost to scylla that she had perhaps saved his life, causing a slight (proud) smirk to grace her lips as he spoke words of gratitude towards her. the question he had not asked was something she could not give an answer to, even if the query had tummbled from his mouth.

it was not exactly melonii fashion to do what she did. perhaps that was why she did it.

the dark-haired girl flicked her tail almost cockily as he spoke next, ”i'm an educated woman.” a half-lie. she had garnered her fair share of knowledge on herbs and toxins under the guidance of her more twisted relatives in the aftermath of fleeing from the quakes. but neither had she been in their company long enough to complete a full education. there was still much she did not know. pacing towards the bush, she inspected them before returning her gaze to the stranger. ”phoradendron leucarpum,” the common name for it escapes her memory.

”likely would have caused you to dispell all the contents of your stomach before convulsing into death. quite the show, hm?” her cold, yet amused eyes did not waver from his.