Noctisardor Bypass i’ll pick a star from the sky, pull your name from a hat

druid was a strange woman. unlike mama, she is built from smoke and cliffside, wrapped in tenacity; foreign in a way she could not quite wrap her head around. many of the others who wander around the valley were. she thought briefly of that girl mae, the one who had given her the pearl, and how she had been raised out here; she wonders if she is the strange one to them.
the dull blue eyes brighten at the mention of scavenging. ah — perhaps this could be a way to get out of the shell she'd been in for so long. you mean foraging? she teases, a smirk etching slowly across her lips. i've seen them before. the little berry things on rose bushes. we didn't have much in the way of roses in sweetharbor, but... it's getting to that time of year, isn't it? maybe we can find some.
her eyes linger curiously on the curve of druid's belly. do you... need 'em for something?