Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

Oh—oh he would accept without knowing?

Shifting weight from one forepaw to the next, the delicate girl soon reclined back, brow arched, lavender eyes piercing. “You should know, in my culture, it is customary for the woman who is being courted to make such a gift for her suitor.”

She pause with a Cheshire Cat grin as she bent down, inspecting the grouse with practically a purr of satisfaction. “Obviously, this isn’t the intention here.” A pause, her body slowly moving to the ground once more, a paw simpering forward, wondering if he would relax more—unlikely.

“But the meaning behind it is genuine—in the acorn are certain herbs and plants. I placed some rosemary, for protection. Mint, for cleansing. Fennel seeds… for new beginnings. All to help bless the home you’re looking to build with your family.”

It perhaps was not much to him—and at times, she had scoffed at such a tradition—but it was indeed something she held to her heart. “Mind you, at home, our warrior men would usually pierce their ear to keep such an item close to them—but you can place that at a place you deem good luck for you and yours.”