Cytheria and Kywn walked back in to the clearing, each carrying small baskets filled with herbs. Both were dressed down in casual riding gear in soft browns. If one did not know them it would be hard to tell them apart, but if one knew them the distinctions were immediately obvious. Cytheria stood with a look of confidence, her eyes open and he chin high. Kywn wore a confidence as well but there was a difference to it. Her's did not seem to require an audience nor did her eyes ever look for one.
"We found mushrooms," Cytheria offered as the two of them made there way to the fire, "good ones too. Oyster shells."
Kwyn casually sat down and began stripping leaves from her basket of herbs onto a tin plate with a large rim. her hair fell forward in front of her face and Perun watched her for a moment. Her face in shadows and her hands moving quickly. She rubbed the leaves of one of the plan between her fingers, crushing it, before dropping it onto the plate. Then she brought her fingers to her nose and inhaled the scent of the herb.
"Lemon Thyme." Perun said.
"Yes," Cytheria said, "we found a nice patch not far from here. It should do well in the stew tonight." Kwyn raised her head to look at Perun for a moment before going back to her work.
"I for one could use some wine with my meal tonight." Reynard said jumping to his feet.
"It seems you could use wine every night."
"I wonder if that says more about me or the company I keep."
"You. It most certainly says more about you." Cytheria retorted. Reynards laughter echoed in the darkening air as he made his way to the wagon.
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