Herbalists' Cache [m] grumble

the pale woman watches her lover set off running after his quarry, and she finally relaxes. cold snow envelopes her rear as it hits the forest floor. and then, a yawn.

dawn arrives soon. she can already feel her headaches inching their way to ruin her sleep. but her stomach refuses to give her a rest. so now, reyna stupidedly sits here for a worthwhile meal.

how she misses the maids.