Greatwater Lake there's a body in the garden

the abrupt yell from a stranger startles her, snapping her out of a certian trance and causing her hackles to raise in one quick, fluid motion. before a snarl is able to develop on her tongue, the stranger follows up with a warning -- one she is already aware of but surprising nonetheless. scylla's blank stare casts between the plant and the shouting woman, slightly perplexed. was this not the very situation that occured to her some days ago? strange. 

the girl is about to retort with a yeah i fucking know before biting her tongue. there were other plants, roots and fungi she knew nothing about, that rested in her pile of unknown curiosities stacking higher and higher on the grass. abandoning the water hemlock and pacing over to the pile, she noses out a particular funky looking mushroom of some sort and nudges it in the other's direction -- one she does not know the nature of.

and this? eyes peer up curiously to the woman, wondering just how much information on the particular topic rested inside that dainty little head of hers.