Sorry for the wait! Tricked you! Replying with Rore instead of Nay >.<.
Her long, slender hands were covered in the dark rich soil of St. Pepin's. As she set down the vine clippers and turned south, knowing that she was probably the closest to whoever stood on their borders howling, the ivory lady stared at her previously delicate hands. They were not built for long hours of work in the hot sun, and calluses had already marred her soft skin. Yet the earthy smell that seemed to constantly coat them now more than made up for that, and before departing from the vineyards she raised her fingers up to her nostrils and inhaled slowly. Chlorophyll and dirt, there was perhaps no better scent that Farore could think of. With a wide grin her long strides brought quickly to the waiting man.
Upon arrival the dark amethyst eyes of the girl flitted from one creature to the next, man, the large perched bird, and the smaller caged one. The companion animal she understood—almost. Saluce had that horse, whom she had grown to like, but why anyone would want to make a perfectly good meal a friend was still slightly puzzling to her. And they caged one? Was that a gift for Dahlia? Yet so small it was, it would barely make half a meal. Farore let the ideas of feathered lunches pass as she bowed her head just slightly to the man. "Can I help ya with somethin'?"
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