southern star

If your touch is poison, then yes. The Huntress replied, arching a brow as she gave the other woman another look up and down. While she was curious as to how that was possible, as it did not appear anything adorned her skin, she did not get much opportunity to ask.

The question left her quiet for a short time. Consideration floating through her mind as she took a few slow, long drags off her pipe. The Huntress had never considered sharing her knowledge of making vitaar before. But she'd also never been asked until now. And the innocent joy this woman seemed to take in learning and hearing what she had to say... it gave her pause.

Another she might have flat declined. Strangers did not need to know the secrets of how she protected herself. But this one... was different.

Meravas. I will show you. She finally decided with a nod. Standing abruptly, The Huntress brushed herself off before taking her pipe and snuffing it out. Wordlessly, as she expected the other woman to follow her, she headed to her domicile. On the way cleaning and clearing out her pipe before stowing it in her pack.