The glade was always a good place for gathering herbs, especially now that winter had finally lost its grasp upon Amaryllis and passage from the tundra was getting easier with the fairer weather.

Mairwen had come prepared to forage the basics for her family's den, standard curatives that could be dried and stored for awhile. And any little treasures she may have found along the way. In her jaws she carried an odd thing, from a distance it may have looked like a funnily shaped bit of skin...and that would be partially right! Organ skin. Stomach.

It was a dried stomach, stained with multiple splotches of color by plants to give it a festive look. Also very useful for herb gathering when you had to collect a fair amount of them.

The opal dragoness had already picked up a few things, plucked leaves and flowers from various locations. She tried not to take too much from one place, for the were would always be more elsewhere. The only things she would take in their entirety would be of the shiny and stonelike variety.


@Louvenia

Lion | Manip by Taboo | Coding by Werge

amaryllis feels different, she thinks, as she strolls the rolling hills of the glade. it's near enough home that she feels comfortable travelling alone, but far enough that she can get a thrill of adventure zinging through her paws. there's still a delicious taste of rebellion when she ducks out of sight of the cousins, now that her dad's gone. lou misses him, of course, but not his shrewd, hawk-like gaze following her every mood. it frustrated her endlessly as a child, that he could be so distant and yet so clingy at the same time. only as she aged did she understand the delicate balance he walked. and why.

she shakes herself bodily, fluffing out her lilac fur and sweeping a squat paw across her face to physically polish the thoughts from her mind. today was about fun! about exploration and learning and, most of all, maybe about seeing the strange new lions who were coming into maua's land en masse.

when she spots the stranger in the distance, however, the familiar scent of home wafted her way. something like disappointment curls in her stomach, but she curls her tail in a lazy shepherd's crook of hello!, regardless. eager to meet anyone that wasn't her cousins, her pridemates, she kicks herself into a jaunty little trot and hurries her thick body towards mairwen. "hi there!" she chirps, eyes bright.

She had just snipped a piece of another herb, a few leaves of white weed, and places them into her bag when a voice calls out to her in greeting.

"Hm?" Mairwen isn't alarmed, isn't surprised, just curious as she turns her head in the direction of the voice. "Oh!" Her eyes widen a bit, taking in the beauty before her. Like an ice glassed violet reflecting the night sky the other female was, looking at her with twin stars that shone with pale gold light. If she didn't need them to see then Mairwen may have plucked them out to keep for herself!

"Su’mae, my dear!" She greets in reply, offering the lioness a winning smile. "How are you on this fine day?"

Herb gathering could wait just a bit longer, it wasn't like any of them were actively sick at the moment. Unless poor sweet Rhonwen had taken a tumble again and gotten some scrapes or Eirwen had meditated herself into a migraine then she surely wouldn't be missed just a bit longer! Look at that pretty little face, how could she not spare a few moments for it?

@Louvenia

Lion | Manip by Taboo | Coding by Werge

her smile brightens as the other native greets her in kind. her steps slow and she draws to a halt a comfortable conversational distance back. curiosity keeps her gaze bright as she draws it across the little bag and the herbs that stick out the edges. her head tilts minutely to one side and her mouth slackens in something like surprise, but mairwen's question catches her attention before she can remark upon it. "oh! i'm doing wonderful." the tip of her tail curls and uncurls, wagging easily from side to side in an absent-minded gesture. "exploring, while the weather's kind." she adds with a little shuffle of her forepaws, eyes drawn back to the horizon. she's seen so little of what amaryllis has to offer, especially not without someone hurriedly ushering her home before felix fell into one of his panics.

lou shuffles a step closer, bending to gentle sniff a flower that twitches in the breeze at her feet. her eyes flick back up as the distraction passes and she settles on her rump in the soft, tall grass. "and you?" she questions politely, ears turning to the pretty maned lioness before her. she's so... wise, the girl thinks, absently flexing and unflexing her toes in the soft grass. she never imagines they're the same age - the lack of experience on her own part makes her feel so, so much younger than the rest of the world, most days.

"Any weather but a storm's kind, my dear" Mairwen chirped in reply, "And even those have their place...why I remember a month or so ago I met this lovely male in a blizzard, snowed into the same cave~" The dragoness sighed before giggling and logging a paw to her mouth, a single pearl digit held to her lips in a playful silencing gesture. "A lady does not kiss and tell, but I will say it wasn't the worst storm I've waited out."

The Llywellyn opal laughed, lowering the paw from her face with a few dismissive flaps.

This was a new face to her, maybe?, but she did recognize Vermeda's scent on the other lady. Which was interesting, she didn't exactly keep close tabs on the pride but surely she would have eventually run into this lion eventually. What had they done, hidden her under a rock?

"I'm doing marvelously myself. Oh! By the way, my name is Mairwen. Mairwen Llywellyn, we're quite well known so please do excuse me for late introductions." Were they? She liked to think they were, they were the gem dragons of Amaryllis after all...all knew them! Certainly!

@Louvenia

Lion | Manip by Taboo | Coding by Werge