Who is that young woman, running through the fields? Who twirls and laughs, and picks flowers by the stem, and falls down to nap atop the moss?
How is it that she is always so gleeful, and so bright? There is none of that strange gas up here. And yet… there is something about some of these plants, to be sure.
No longer charged with any deliveries, she has instead turned her attention to the mushrooms, and the leaves, and the roots. Won't you come, take a rest from your arduous day's work, and try one of Tilly's tinctures?
Written by Aleisha L.