In absence of a home, of a place she knew she had to return home to, Siofra took to wandering. It gave her feet something to do and gave her mind places to settle as she saw things and observered more of the world. And it meant she could look for her forlorn family all the better...

In the grasp of her jaws she lightly held some herbal sprigs of nondescript origin, a mixed aromatic potpourri of what looked to be at least three different kinds of plants. The draft of perfume wrapped up through her nares with each inhale she took, her breathing in time with her pace through the gardens. Her peach eyes shifted from casually browsing the plants to a more intense searching. She lifted her head, craning her visage upwards to look out towards the horizon for movement, signs of life, signs of familar faces her heart longed for right now so damn bad...

@Priory

Priory had not yet traveled this far north. The fields unraveled around her. Springtime flowers no longer found it in them to sprout from the ground, as winter had already taken its toll on the land. Priory felt she could still smell remnants of those flowers floating in the wind around her as she wandered. Her half-sight was trained on the landscape around her, watching for any sign of movement aside from the grass flowing in the breeze.

It did not take long for her one good eye to spot another figure nearby. Priory switched her course and headed closer to them. She kept her head lowered as the grass tickled her paws and her underbelly, her lean body creating a path through it.

From the stranger's maw hung a mouthful of plants, she could smell them from where she stood -- Priory wondered what plants still grew in the wintertime. The lioness cocked her head, curious. "What're those herbs for?" she asked without so much as a proper introduction, not feeling it was strictly necessary. Priory sat down where she stood a few tail-lengths from the yearling -- Priory could tell she was young -- and wrapped her tail around her paws, waiting for a response.

@Siofra

She did not jump or reaction much to the arrival of some company, of @Priory. Like most days she could take it or leave it. Company did not make her happy, but the young woman was polite in the face of the stranger. She was not outright opposed or offended by the idea of some conversation. Nay, a distraction might do her a little good...

Siofra shrugged once, the movement of her shoulders was slight and muted. I like the smell. And carrying them around in her muzzle while she collected had the added benefit of overwhelming her nares with the perfume she found to be a comfort. At the cost of making it a little more difficult to talk or say anything more than a staccato's worth of words. She bid the bundle down at her paw tips, toes gingerly and gently curling at pieces of the stems and leaves carefully, protectively. I dry them, enjoy the scent, and then might toss it into some water. Watch the dark tannins dance out of the leaves long ago turned yellow and brown in the sunlight. A moment's mezmorization, escape transfixed in the swirling and mixing.