Wild Berry Meadow breath of summer

"I'm glad that's the case." She said about his mother. "I wasn't born in the Teekons, but I know it well. I had been away for a time, but recently returned over the winter." There were plenty of berries to choose from and his second offering were blackberries. Her brows pinched softly while she sniffed at them on the branch he still held. Delicately she picked one off with her teeth, eating it. "Hm, these are quite a bit sweeter." She would take some of those to go, too.

Her eye was caught by a bunch of pale green berries with a yellow tint, small and round in shape. They were Gooseberries, but she didn't know this. She nudged the bush they were on, but didn't touch them. She wasn't the expert here. "Well, thank you. I certainly wouldn't mind showing you a couple of tricks I've picked up." She smiled. "Oh and I try to save the skins from my catches. Like the one I have with me, for example."