The Sunspire sister datura

Before she answered, the woman stopped to gather something from the tree, filling her mouth with the stuff. He stared but didn't stop, waiting until he'd caught her name before speaking again.

What's that you have? Hex asked, raising his brows. We're just about to the rendezvous spot, by the way.

When sheer cliff faces and rolling plains gave way to a small clump of deciduous forest, he knew they were close. The small clearing he'd found, with the mountain spring spilling from rock, made a perfect place for their home base.

There was a cave nearby that he hadn't examined yet, but he'd get to it eventually—and in the meantime, tried not to think too hard about what things, good or bad, lingered within.