With the hermit opening up, while she liked to consider herself a more street level gal and not binding the dirt and filth a bit, the immediate stench of a man who lives in the woods compared to the perfume bathed beauties of blue Pegasus was… a heavy contrast, wincing as she took a half step back from him and quick to reach back into her backpack she’d brought out here for the package. “Yeah you must be the guy…” She mumbled, mostly to herself.
He seemed eager enough for the package and the exchange was quickly made. A peek past him as he went for his end of the bargain told her he at least had a rather cozy little set up here, even if it was never the kind of life she could ever see herself living. She pulled back before it could be seen as rude, only to see him returning with her part of this deal, and an odd little root in hand, offering it across and telling her it would be a hearty little snack on her way back.
“Er… thanks…”
Dirty forest twig? Yeah, didn’t sound too appetizing, but the trip back grew more irritating as her mana started to run low for the day, letting out a hefty breath through her nose as she decided to at least see if it could bring her some joy. Nibbling on the root, letting it’s internal juices soak over her tongue… before a shudder run down her spine. Not really ‘pleasant’, but like that feeling when the adrenaline kicks in in a fight. Flexing her magic-organs, she rolled her shoulders back and shot out another burst to scare off the insects… huh. Cool little root…~
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