Ravensblood Forest Medicine

Noir had been travelling the coast, as per usual; she'd not received any other tasks aside from seaside surveillance, and her main interest was still in Blackwater. She pondered, perhaps, when the whelps were older, if she could convince her mistress to let her investigate Blackwater more closely... an insider's view. Whenever she went to the shore, she gathered seaweed for Lorelai, as she knew the poor girl never strayed more than a mile or two from home. Today was no different.

The Servant girl found the Mystic, nearly bumping into her at the entryway. "Oh, madam, my apologies," she gave a breathy chuckle then pulled back, showing the Mystic the bundles of seaweed she'd looped about her neck. "I've brought you more. Right on time again, I assume?"