Hideaway Strath I am not God but I'm close enough

Maiken saw the general arrive. Gave him a brief bow of her muzzle, then refocused. They were to take herbs. She pondered, her face drawn in. She could take some Begamot maybe, she would love to have plums if Arlette didn't know what they were, perhaps no one else did. Or maybe some Aloe, she would confer with Arlette on what to bring.