Bramblepoint It comes in waves, the letting go

Rodyn chuckled. If i die finding your poisons Miss. Fennec, I'm coming back to haunt you. He continued forward though slowly and with a more careful air.

Rodyn lifted his head and turned it to sideways glance at her. You are a seer? Or a witch? Truthfully he didn't have much knowledge of such things, though he found it fascinating and a little frightening. And he made sure in the back of his mind not to cross her then.

Rodyn nodded as he turned back around. Yes they are. Moonwoman convenes with spirits and will take readings form seers. Truth be told you'd probably get along. She is also a healer and a naturalist I believe.

A sweet cloying scent came to him traced with bitter edge. He backpedaled. I'm not sure what this plant is, but is it one of yours?

He shifted so she could move closer to him and the plant.