Maeve
There were plenty of reasons why traipsing through the woods was a potentially bad idea, but Maeve had a little time to kill and she was curious. So much to see and explore. Not to mention the potential herbs that she could gather to propagate and learn about. with a small foraging bag slung over her shoulder and a jacket to shield her, Maeve carefully picked her way through the dense thicket of trees, being mindful of where she stepped. Her boots carried her over long dead leaves and fallen branches, snapping the occasional twig as she went, green eyes constantly taking in her surroundings.
Spotting a patch of mushrooms growing at the base of one of the many trees here, Maeve knelt down, pulling her dagger from her sheath to cut the mushrooms at the base of their stalks. She was mindful not to touch the spores directly, wrapping them in a cloth in case they were potentially harmful as it wasn't a species she recognized and finally slipping them into her bag. Maeve straightened once more, holding steady in that spot as she strained to listen for anything around her, satisfied as the birds continued to chirp and sing in the branches above her.
Spotting a patch of mushrooms growing at the base of one of the many trees here, Maeve knelt down, pulling her dagger from her sheath to cut the mushrooms at the base of their stalks. She was mindful not to touch the spores directly, wrapping them in a cloth in case they were potentially harmful as it wasn't a species she recognized and finally slipping them into her bag. Maeve straightened once more, holding steady in that spot as she strained to listen for anything around her, satisfied as the birds continued to chirp and sing in the branches above her.
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
