Dahozhoni Meadow sidhe

you're good!

It was certainly a risk in the desert as well as the forest to avoid accidentally ingesting something harmful. Although he was accustomed to the fruits of various deciduous trees and coniferous bushes, he let her take the lead until they found what they were looking for - plump, midnight coloured berries. Taking one in his jaw, he chewed momentarily before licking the juices onto his forepaw, pleased to see it stained the white fur a deep purple colour.

At the thought of painting the desert he couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "You're not entirely wrong. You should consider yourself a seer of sorts," he jested, "though perhaps I'm kinda easy to read." 

Her face contorted into a thoughtful expression as Butterfly began gathering mouthfuls of berries and depositing them onto a flat rock nearby. "One gust of wind and all our hard work would be gone, if we painted the sand directly. Instead," he nosed the rock, "we could use these." Perhaps some sort of rune of symbol would work. "Do you know of any way to communicate with the Fae Folk in, uh, writing?"