Herbalists' Cache damson

cut periwinkle was pungent.

wolf dreamer paused, his clear black eyes searching for their pruner.

he was too far to see her; he saw only the millions of golden threads leaping upward from the life which surrounded him.

you're here for the dragon dreamer, Wolf reminded him, and so the son of asmodeus moved closer, until the wood thinned and he could see the rawboned figure bent at her work.

a wake of pierced blooms lay in her trail.