Lost Creek Hollow swiftfoot

Faun wasn’t entirely aware of anyone close to her. The young woman had her nose buried in strong smelling flowers, and her attentions were entirely focused on them.

She hummed to herself as she worked, separating the plants and placing them in the alcoves they belonged in. After a time, and all of the plants sorted, she rose onto her hind legs, planting one foot on the log, and beginning to count each herb in its alcove.

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It was fairly obvious the woman would be there for a while, hovering between each alcove.