Burning Bush found her way to the small grove faster than she expected. She stepped into the hallow looking for it's inhabitant. Sunlight came down through a hole in the forest canopy. Around her, she could pick out turtle shells filled with various herbs and minerals that seemed vaguely familiar. Surely, Feverfew would be able to name them with ease, but to Burning Bush one flower looked much the same as the other. She looked around looking for the doe she was searching for but found no one. Sighing, Burning Bush set down her parcel of oranges."Hello, are you there?" She called out.
Silence. In the background, she could hear the dripping of water. But there was no response to hint at anyone's presence. "Here, I am here," a clatter resounded through the clearing followed by the same voice, "Oh dang it... Just give me a moment I'll be right out!"
Burning Bush waited, morbidly curious as to what was going on. Dream's End emerged from the trunk of one of the trees.
"Hello to you too," the seer said with a wiry smile.
Dream's End looked up and wiped her scowl away. It was replaced by a look of mild surprise. "Oh it's you Burning Bush."
"Were you expecting someone else?"
"No, not at all. Or not really actually." Dream's End stepped towards the doe and immediately noticed the oranges, she bent down to inspect them. Burning Bush liked that about her, Dream's End was always efficient. She always got straight to the point. "I've been hearing rumors about a tribe of food people, and I thought they might drop in to bother me, but it's only you."
"Ah," Burning Bush said, the amusement thick in her voice, "apologies for that."
"Don't be. Anyways, these you want me to do something about these?" She motioned to the oranges on the ground with her hoof.
"Yes, I picked these up quite a bits south of here, beyond the twisted sycamore, and wanted to bring them back for the little ones."
"Hmm. It'd take you a week to get back to Westfen from here." It was common knowledge to her friends that Burning Bush referred to her clan as her 'little ones'. "It'll take longer than that to prepare these."
"Oh," she said with a small laugh, "there's no need to worry about that. I plan to travel a bit more before coming back. Will they be ready in a moon's turn?"
"Yes, now shoo. I can see the wanderlust in your eyes still and I don't plan on listening to your rambling tales or riddles. I have work to do."
Burning Bush nodded in thanks and turned to leave. "I'll leave half of them with you for payment, unless you'd prefer I find a suitable buck for your bedmate?" She did not wait for a reply. There was no need to. She could practically smell the scowl that was surely gracing Dream's End's pretty little face.
