Herbalists' Cache beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

It was inevitable that he would startle her, but Dutch felt sorry for it, anyway. He meant to give her as long as she needed to decide whether or not she wanted to talk to him — but in the mean time, the bird attracted his attention. It fluttered down to reunite with the girl, and a bright-eyed look stole over his previously placid features.

Her answer also delighted him, and then threefold when she so easily guessed at his profession.

"I am," he agreed, and he took this as an invitation to stop hovering at the edge of conversational distance. He took a few steps more, and then settled on the first patch of flat ground to join her in enjoying the view. "My name is Dutch, of village Moonsong. And you — " He half-turned his head to flash her a little smile. "I may not know your name, but I think that you, too, are a teller of tales."

He nodded at the bird.

"Who is your friend?" he asked her, hoping to catch her name as well.