Draugr is by Despi!
The wolfdog, upon listening to the golden-hued slave's description of the berries' preferred habitat, knew just where they might go. Her face brightened, pale purple eyes becoming alight with her excitement. The western edge of the territory, she said. Near the coast -- there are farmhouses there, too. She smiled at Gale and, without further ado, trotted off in the direction of the farmhouses. There wasn't a lot of thick forest around the farm, true enough, but the creeping western forest did have shrubbery abounds. Despite wracking her memory, Dra could not remember ever seeing red berries there -- but then again, she had never been looking for them before.
Her thoughts were rather absorbed in the finding of these berries, and so she did not speak to Gale as much as she might have under other circumstances. His accent intrigued her, along with the entirety of his appearance. His seeming intelligence, however, was the thing to most interest her -- there was quite the mind behind his seafoam-colored eyes, Draugr suspected. If she had anything at all to say about it, such resources would not go to waste within Salsola.
As they drew nearer the coast, her excitement faded and her thoughts focused on the present and her surroundings. The breeze off the bay was sharp and salty, carrying with it an earthen undertone, the muck-scent of stinking coastal mud. The slave kept pace with her, not allowing himself to lag. Glancing back toward him, Draugr offered a twitch of her lips as a smile, perhaps of apology. It's easier to get lost in thoughts than anywhere else on earth, she confided, certain of her statement's veracity.
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