#devoutcast02.

          ❛          ——i have a better idea.         ❜          crimson ochrebloom sprigs are promptly plucked from the huntress’ hands before they can be added to the stores of her medicine pouch,  her touch gentle and with the knowledge that medicinal plants are at least in some form of abundance.           she won’t miss these few,  vanasha tells herself,  her grin one of bated anticipation,  her next words mild,  not as much of a command as the words might suggest.          ❛          turn around.          ❜