Sleepy Fox Hollow sunset

The boy was willing to call for someone, which was a good sign. Vivienne let out a small sigh and let her gaze graze their face, thankful, but still very nervous. Those nerves frayed the longer they waited; it wasn't long. When the man came she looked shyly after him — sizing him up, and trying to put order to her thoughts enough to rehash what might be valuable. The boy had said naturalists were welcome, so she would lean on that.

Hello, her head gave a little dip as she averted her eyes. I suppose it is.. More, what I might do for you? If I could work for a place to sleep, or food to eat, that is. This felt awkward no matter how she phrased it. Viv gave a hard swallow and tried to straighten up.
Don't slouch, now! Her mother would have no doubt squalled at her.

I don't eat much. I'll keep to myself mostly, and... I could gather things for you. My mother taught me a lot about the plants and um, the weather, and -- medicines, I suppose. It was hard to put a label on what exactly she knew, and what she could only pretend to know. The more Viv spoke of her mother's talents the more her heart hurt.