Swiftcurrent Creek disappointed people clinging onto bottles

Eshe rambles, Wren had begun to notice. She found it endearing, and at the same time ever-so concerning. Hey, nothin' wrong with that, a light chuckle flutters from her chest. if you like it and you're good at it, the world always needs more plant people.
A passive sport. An honorable one. Something Wren herself lacked. Now, she was just getting nauseous.
The rabbit's short life is cut to an end, most likely whilst it didn't even feel the fear. Eshe's movements were swift; yet again, Wren finds herself impressed, and digging herself further into the impossible black hole of self-doubt.
She's offered some of the spoils, even when the meat is tainted with the fruit of Eshe's labor, and quite literally. I had a uh, she starts to shake her head. reeeeeally bad experience with those kinda berries a couple weeks back. Akashingo. I'onno if I wanna risk it, but, uhm, thank you.