Wild Berry Meadow You're headed for heaven

Someone speaks, pulling Calfuray from her trance.

They try to be poetic, it seems to her, but she has never been one for poetry. The stranger is long-limbed and unscarred, far different from herself in every sense it seems. If she was a bit paler she would have reminded her of a smaller Dione.

The questions proposed are strange to her, and she does not exactly have an answer. She opts out of responding, rather grunting instead.

She is however interested in the berries. Calfuray has avoided them for her three turns of life, unable to tell which were edible and which were poisonous - she was no medic. Eyeing the other she makes a slow approach, first sniffing at one of the clusters before taking one of the berries herself, carefully picking it with her teeth and letting it sit on her tongue.

They were right, this one is sweet. Her ears perk momentarily - the taste is new to her, and a bit exciting.