Sunbeam Lair ❝elyë lantanë melmessë sonen,❞

A petite body between large boulders; it felt like a soul trapped in between them. Golden gaze narrowed; a paw touching softly the green under her- It felt cold to her warm touch. She padded away, studying, searching.

Agana learned before of nautchiak, a strange word for a rather common herb, also known as mint. Her knowledge of herbs was scarce, if not present at all. She did not particualry focus on flora, but enjoyed collecting knowledge of it.

And so, narrow muzzle picked up the first herb she did not know and brought it to her counterpart; Andraste. Morning rays fell on her moving lean frame, covered in a soft cream glow; her eyes, golden as the sun. She breathed slowly, and approached.

“There is nothing to forgive,” a whisper, a nod. Perhaps, the silver did not rest properly, so the beige woman motioned softly, graceful movements emerging into the sun like shadows. “I have uncovered this,” the herb was placed in front of them, leaving space for her to speak properly. “I do not recognize this plant,” eyebrow rose in curiosity.