Herbalists' Cache life feels worse, but good with you in it

a woman that's always angry. a weapon, a storm that would weather the strongest of steel. black hawk smirks then; she's always been sweet on angry, fiery women. they make for better lovers, fighters, mothers. "that is not bad thing." she comments with a knowing gleam in her eyes. she used to live with wrath as her motivation. there are times she misses it. "angry women are powerful women."

with a roll of her shoulders, she offers. "if you are so angry, then we hunt. or spar. or run." a subtle invitation. not enough to push, but enough to entice. "it is a waste, doing nothing with it."

hawk was perceptive enough to connect the dots. she smelled of blackbird, and he had smelled of her...a man was troubling her. of course. all they bring to the table is trouble. but she does not speak on it; if gjalla wished to vent, she would do so upon her own accord.