Herbalists' Cache happiness is a butterfly

star eater turned at the sound of another’s voice, her eyes finding the agouti colored woman with a calm yet cautious gaze. her posture was relaxed, though her tail held a slight curve, a silent statement of her position.
her expression shifted, a fleeting softness settling over her sharp features—inviting, but not entirely warm. a silent welcome, accompanied by a small nod of her head.
perhaps, she said evenly, her voice steady, though not overly friendly. she glanced toward the herbs trapped between the cracks of stone, then back to the woman. what do you know of these?

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