Black Morass xo tatted all over

Of poisons? Envy's gaze narrows a bit, her paws lifting to trace the ground in uncertain shuffle.

It wasn't that she hadn't experimented, or that she had a moral qualm about sharing what she knew; but she almost searched for permission in Ione's glassy blue stare, analyzing her again.

There's lots of em'. More that harm instead a' help. She started, letting her gaze drift over the wetlands that surrounded them, her attentions spared to the mossy ground and sprawling plants, touched by frost but otherwise shielded by the morass canopy. but.... hemlock'll be common here.

She remembered what hemlock did, the slow way it strangled the fight from whatever unfortunate decided to take a piece of it. She always found it best to observe these things, rather than just be told them. If you break a fox's legs, it bites at anything put in front of its mouth. They made for easy subjects, and what good they had done for her! teaching her all sorts of tricks, and all they had to do was die. If it's eaten, it doesn't take long before it makes whatever ate it start convulsing. They vomit, foam at the mouth a little, twitch around and eventually suffocate.

She reported the grim description with a little more delight locked away, not without a theatrical touch. And their eyes get all buggy, they start clawin' at their skin. Real nasty stuff. A pearly mitt lifted to gesture at her neck.

The roots are the most potent. She looked away. Don't ask how I know that.

Why? D'you need somebody poisoned? Envy mused with a tilt of her head.