Honeyed Pasture inviting the monsters

"A deer god," Doe repeated, looking after the strange being that'd galloped off at her arrival. More than anything, Doe thought it looked like one of the donkeys that'd been so common in her homeland. While they looked stupid, they were nothing to be triffled with alone, as they were capable of stomping the life out of an average-sized wolf with frightening ease.

Still, Muses' frantic joy at seeing the odd beast was quite endearing. Without the other woman under threat, Doe found her worries slipping away. "What plants do you need?" she asked, ignoring her talk of worshipping the 'deer god'. She would not partake in any worship aside from her duties to the sea, but saw no reason to enforce the same rules with the Donnelaith woman. Besides - she wanted to see what this 'gift' was.