yeah, probably about time they stop screwing around lmfao
Draugr threw off his suggestion, merely that they would consult a trader. He let out a very soft sigh of relief, knowing that the simply fact he only knew of the plant had lessened their ability to find it. He did not even know if it had grown here, but they would always be able to find someone brave and skilled enough to handle something quite so deadly. Gale nodded at her, letting the smile that was twitching at the corners of his lips ease away. Monkshood belonged here but he did not want to be the one who found something so nasty for his masters, whom he resented and almost hated.
Maybe he'd like this after some time, but it was such an uncertainty now. He could hardly forget his happiness to be alone and free, though he had longed for family that he no longer had. At least Yvette was here to keep him company even if they were enslaved together. So far, it was not quite so demanding, even if he still gazed out at the horizon or at the sea with a longing to run. But responsibility held him back, not to the pack but to his sister's daughter. Maybe they would free her; she was born free and she could thrive free, as well.
The woman moved off from the idea of poisons and seemed to sniff at the air. Raising his head, he took a long inhale. Gale sincerely doubted his sense of smell was any better than the woman's, but he tried anyway. There was nothing sweet hiding behind the salty smell of water and marsh. Snorting, the golden hued male walked to another copse of bushes against the remains of a red wall. Or was it grey? It was hard to tell with the pigments faded like an old fresco. He saw a glint of red - maybe that was why he thought it was a red wall - and pulled aside some longer evergreen branches. Red raspberries shone at him, most of them starting to red with a few still quite green. "Domina, I've found a small bush." It was small, with only maybe a few mouthfuls of berries, but it was a start. "Look," he said, pulling out a berry, sweet and soft in his fingers. He might have been reprimanded for the order, but he was smiling at the fruit.
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