The gardens of Salsola had been graced with flowers in her own name, and now the blonde hybrid sought out the flowers in her sister's name. Magnolias were less familiar to her, however, and she was hesitant to bring back anything without first looking in a book to see if they were the right flowers. The flowers she had been named for, she could easily recognize on sight, but otherwise, she felt safer carrying a small book of flora in the saddle bag carried by Valeria. Periodically, she would take it out and compare something to the pictures, but she had not found them yet. Soon, she hoped, she would find what she sought.
Sensing another moments before seeing him, the gypsy girl slowed the mare's progress, nervously glancing around until she spotted the stranger from a distance. There was nothing suspect here; he was not too close to Salsola lands and he was not acting aggressively. And yet, Foxglove found herself nervous, torn between fleeing and moving closer. Impatiently, Valeria whinnied loudly, and Foxglove felt her face burn scarlet beneath her thin, light fur. She had been given away by her own horse!
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