Bramblepoint circinus

the boy was not so sure, but that was okay. qiao had won over her fair share of reservations. 

qiao ilha. the priestess introduced herself, beginning to braid the bundle of lattice-work herbs at her feet. 

she was silent for a while as she worked, contemplating. the overworld always asked for more — but this boy’s pelt was a tapestry of woven scents. he would be missed if absent too long. 

there was also the unpleasant truth if she took him, she may be hunted — three puppies usher was more than two. 

still; the overworld was greedy, and qiao even greedier still. 

she set aside the bundle. are you hungry?