Did your world have carnivorous plants?
There is a brief flash of memory, jumbled thoughts that stitched together in an infuriatingly incomplete, dream-like fashion. The sting of salt in the air, a carved wooden figure, orange spores the size of her fist floating down a stream... floating down a stream... Her lip wrinkled as her mind drifted, unable to complete the thought but not liking it one bit. The uncertainty of it made the hair at her nape and along her arms prickle. Returning from the brief memories she cleared her throat and gave a hiccuping affirmation.
"Hu-uh huh. Yeah-" Her gaze dropped to her cloak, drifting back to him after a moment of what might have been dazed silence or deep thought. "Suppose it's a surprise for you and me both, isn't it?" The witch winked at him, though in her current state it looked only like an exceptionally forced blink of her good eye. Earning an 'E' for effort she leaned back into the wall, removing her hand from the cloak after a long pause. "I mean most carnivorous plants have a lure of some sort to attract prey. Is the hedge hunting or is it just... some elven novelty?" As she spoke she carefully skinned the kid glove from her hand and dropped it only to gather it up again, smudging the place it had fallen with a swipe of her fingers before pinning it against her gashed side.
"Wouldn't care to want to lend me a dagger, would you? I'm not carrying this thing soaking wet anywhere. Suppose it'd make a workable sling, maybe bandages... Unless you have something you'd like to share?" Pointedly peering at him she turned her left hand palm up on her thigh. "I suppose we have quite a walk ahead of us -" Shifting her left leg with a grimace she confirmed the wound to be ugly but not overly threatening, what could be seen of it beneath the torn fabric of her trousers. "At the very least gives me a chance to sort out this "hungry hedge maze" of yours."
There is a brief flash of memory, jumbled thoughts that stitched together in an infuriatingly incomplete, dream-like fashion. The sting of salt in the air, a carved wooden figure, orange spores the size of her fist floating down a stream... floating down a stream... Her lip wrinkled as her mind drifted, unable to complete the thought but not liking it one bit. The uncertainty of it made the hair at her nape and along her arms prickle. Returning from the brief memories she cleared her throat and gave a hiccuping affirmation.
"Hu-uh huh. Yeah-" Her gaze dropped to her cloak, drifting back to him after a moment of what might have been dazed silence or deep thought. "Suppose it's a surprise for you and me both, isn't it?" The witch winked at him, though in her current state it looked only like an exceptionally forced blink of her good eye. Earning an 'E' for effort she leaned back into the wall, removing her hand from the cloak after a long pause. "I mean most carnivorous plants have a lure of some sort to attract prey. Is the hedge hunting or is it just... some elven novelty?" As she spoke she carefully skinned the kid glove from her hand and dropped it only to gather it up again, smudging the place it had fallen with a swipe of her fingers before pinning it against her gashed side.
"Wouldn't care to want to lend me a dagger, would you? I'm not carrying this thing soaking wet anywhere. Suppose it'd make a workable sling, maybe bandages... Unless you have something you'd like to share?" Pointedly peering at him she turned her left hand palm up on her thigh. "I suppose we have quite a walk ahead of us -" Shifting her left leg with a grimace she confirmed the wound to be ugly but not overly threatening, what could be seen of it beneath the torn fabric of her trousers. "At the very least gives me a chance to sort out this "hungry hedge maze" of yours."
