Sunset Valley Harvesting

Her tail had lashed through the air, a more sinister smile stretching her dark lips. Once again, she had risen to meet the brown man's gaze, her nose pressing against his, and had whispered softly:

Jeg kan ikke dræbe en mand, men disse planter kan. A low, mocking laugh escaped her. She had then descended to the earth, spinning like a serpent, before letting out a lighter laugh. Åh nej, kriger! Bekymr dig ikke. Jeg har brug for det for at tale med guderne, she confessed.

Jeg vil vise dig, hvis du ønsker det, men for nu... sæt den næse i arbejde! She waited for him to set off, the bark clenched between her teeth, so that she could follow and gather.