Sleepy Fox Hollow and it's too late; the damage is done

Nyx watched the rugged stranger quietly, observing with a curious yellow stare as she plucked little white flowers between careful teeth. She delicately scraped the plants into a neat little bundle before her and, eager to know why she displayed such enthusiasm in such an act.

"What's this?" Nyx asked when she drew near, though not unkindly. She herself never had patience for teachings in the creation of potions that could heal or bring harm, but there was a desire in her to show interest in Diaspora's latest arrivals. With their numbers having dipped considerably over recent months, it seemed only appropriate to make newcomers feel less like strangers if they wanted to pad their ranks.