Blackfeather Woods Must Be The Season Of The Witch

It was with purpose petite body dressed in spun amber, shadows and light stepped through shadowy eaves of trees.

Small pert nose to the ground she looked for herbs and poisons to fill their caches. She preferred healing, but some poisons proved a purpose. Even purging a body when they took too much of something. Inducing sleep for spirit walks.

Ash herself didn't endeavor to go on those, but she imagined they'd find someone amongst their ranks that would like it. She briefly thought of the mushrooms that induced berserkers and wondered if Death bringer would wish to try a very very small dose.

Through dappled trees she moved from one to the other, oblivious foe the moment that anyone else traversed the black woods.