She felt like she could honestly fall asleep, but she didn’t wish to since she had stuff to do. Arisa would walk forward deeper into the forest as her lioness brown eyes would wander. ‘’It’s so nice here, don’t you think? Reminds me of when we were kids…’’ she would say softly with a more simple smile. Her heart felt calmer as her eyes looked around. Where were these ferns that were curly? Were they close? Were they further away from her grasp? She would hum softly till she then looked by some tree that had some. ‘’Here are some Ferns, Waylon.~’’ she would say nicely and peacefully as she walked towards it.
Her shoes of black that were for dress pants would mush within the dirt underneath her feet as the grass would tickle her ankles. Her hair would tickle against the side of her neck as she would walk towards the very curly ferns that she needed. Slowly she would kneel half way to reach forward for a bunch of them. She wasn’t told how many the old guy needed, the man named Khalash Saton. He was an old man that didn’t enjoy going out, but wanted herbs to be collected. Supposedly he pays people to collect herbs and other kinds of ingredients to make things like potions.
Quickly she stood up and turned to look at Waylon. ‘’Alright we have our curly ferns.~’’ she spoke in a chirpy girly tone, waving the ferns. Her smile was bright which then disappeared within moments. Her hands and arms dangled against her side as she walked beside her best friend, Waylon. ‘’Alright…’’ she started to say as her head looked and turned around. ‘’We have what I believe are called blue lichens.’’ She spoke questioning on what the hell they were. She would start walking as she wondered where they could be, but then she remembered something about old logs. Slowly she would then really look at every log, but there weren't any real old ones. ''We gotta look for some old logs I guess...'' she would speak as if she was talking to herself...even though Waylon was right there next to her.
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