Herbalists' Cache beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The man looked to the bird sitting atop the crown of her head, and she did too. At least, as well as she could. Slowly, the two toned eyes drifted back down to the man, Dutch as he said it.

I don’t know. I only just met them. The shrike chirped and tittered a bit at the attention, but Blossom paid little mind to the pitchy noise and instead focused on the man himself.

’m Blossom Mayfair. From uh…village Hearthwood? Assuming “village” was what his pack was. And a small smile touched her lips then, to be recognized by a like minded being.

I like to think I am. I like stories, and singing.