Boartusk Heights [ffm] [m] luna rosa

To say he was intrigued by what had taken place tonight was an understatement. There was food that had been brought. Soleon had last minute pulled limbs of berry bushes apart to lay them aesthetically around the meat.

His tongue wrapped around his inky lips as he found him standing in front of the matriarch. Reyna fascinated him. She was such an oddity.

His eyes lingered to the reddish woman, Paloma, that sat nearest her. She, also, piqued at his thoughts.

He felt displaced as though he were in a whirlwind.

Soleon had spent a number of days building his reserves. Not more than what could possibly be needed to reduce waste when his precious herbs began to wither, but enough to keep ample supply for at least minor health inconveniences.

What was next?