Cerulean Cape No Reason Letting Her Live

not really sorry...

The ginger stalk was held daintily between her teeth—unwilling to crush the flavourful medicine as she stalked after the direction she believed Stjor to have gone. She would have liked to have  revealed her find to @Solpallur, but it was likely she would have been met with either a blank stare and a grunt, or some jumbled words she did not fully understand and a pat on the head.

Stjor would likely have the answer to her questions.

When she finally found him—her nostrils flaring past the rather pungent scent from the hardy root, she found him sprawled across the earth—and the rather gasp-worthy words of a white man causing her eyes to widen in naive surprise and her treasure to fall from her gaping jaws. “Oh,” she half hummed, caught off guard.

And then… “Oh. Sorry. I’m sorry!” Had she just interrupted... something?