Herbalists' Cache just like you

"new home, yes." she nods, pauses to consider her next words.

"new start. my children." a fond glance at her own underbelly, hope for the future she intends to create. no patriarchs, no kings. only those sound of mind- women like herself.

"anoré." she tests the name on her tongue and finds she likes its sound. unusual, but far from unpleasant.

"stay. a request, not an order. only for the night.