Bramblepoint And I give up instantly

Before she worried about finding new sources of the plants she wished to grow, Fennec decided to return and see what was left of the gardens she'd abandoned. As she drew near where they'd been, there was no familiar sound of ravens, and Quick was likely long gone as well. Despite the changes, it still felt a bit like coming home.

This was always where she'd wanted to claim. Witch of the Bramblepoint. It had a nice ring to it, but it wasn't going to happen. She'd have to wait and find out what her next goal would become; for now she would keep it simple and focus on finishing her new garden.

It took her a while to find the old one. She remembered the general area well, but it was so overgrown she didn't recognize the plot. The scent of mint was overpowering, though, and that eventually clued her in. It had taken over most of a third of the garden and overflowed the boundary, spreading out. It had always been a fight to keep that particular patch in check.

She started to nose through the rest, taking stock. Some things had died, others seemed to have disappeared and been choked out by their neighbors. But there were plants worth saving. She'd brought a hide to help her bundle whatever she wished to transplant this trip. It wasn't as nice, or as intact, as some of the gifts she'd thrown away months back, but it would do the job well enough.