you fill up my senses like a night in a forest

[bonecraft]

WHO: Roesia & you
WHAT: Being a weirdo.
WHEN: After the execution, after the Shepherds leave.
WHERE: Various.
NOTES: Blood.

the town square.
She comes into the village when it is late - the safest time. While the guards are on alert, the townspeople are, for the most part, asleep. The shadows are long, and Roesia knows how to ask the earth to keep her steps quiet. It's the world around her that made her aware of the danger - first the Shepherds and their hunt, and then the death of their quarry. It is that death that brings her into the town square.

In the village, she covers herself; long, dark sleeves and skirts, the hood of her thin cloak pulled down low. She carries a few leather pouches, strapped to her belt, and a hunting knife is tucked between the cloak. Slipping between the shadows, avoiding the scrutiny of the guards by yawning when one gets too close - just a young maiden, returning home, time to sleep...

When she reaches the site of the execution, she looks for the blood-stained earth. The body is gone, and she can do nothing for it - but his death does not have to be in vain.

the forest.
Maybe you've wandered deeper than you meant to. Maybe Roesia has wandered closer to the village than usual. Either way, there is a young woman with black hair and strange eyes gathering plants and mushrooms, placing her choices in a woven basket. If you smile at her, she will smile back. She is polite; Mother taught her well.

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[pestler]

"Roesia," Finian repeats, trying to remember if he's heard it before. He doesn't know that he has.
"Um. Finian," he replies, thrusting his hand forward to shake it, his cheeks red and his smile wide; what else is there to do? "Finian Lanson. I'm the village apothecary."

[bonecraft]

She takes his hand almost curiously, like a cat gently reaching out to touch something with its paw, deciding what it is. She's more firm after a moment, though; she knows of handshakes, just seldom has them offered to her.

"Oh, are you? That's lovely." She means it, smiles at him widely and with white teeth. "The mushrooms are a great deal of help for that, I'd imagine."

[pestler]

He mirrors her smile, unable to help himself. "Yeah," he says absently, realizes he's staring, and nods quickly. "They are. Helpful." A pause, perhaps a little awkward, "...and tasty, sometimes."
Not everything has to be medicinal.

[bonecraft]

"Very," she laughs. "And some create wonderful dyes, too!"

Not that it looks like Roesia knows much about dyes, considering the black she's wearing, but... well.

"Are there any others that you're searching for?"