Hoshor Plains no good horses

Vaermina nodded in confirmation. She carried many secrets from Cheydinhal - tales and teachings of the Dark Brotherhood she'd been raised among. The knowledge of deadly plants had been passed on by their elders when it became apparent that the Dark Master's daughter was not as willing to put her fangs to use as the other cubs her age. Those teachings had been a gift, meant to steer young spiderlings toward a different means of achieving their goals.

Yes, she said in her velvet tone, the tip of her tail curling at a slender hock. Arktos did not seem disturbed by her specialty and Vaermina wanted to believe that the quirk to his brow signalled that he might be impressed by it. I know of plants that cause discomfort, others that can alter the mind. Some that will make life cease to be. She felt almost giddy; nature is fascinating, don't you think?