Cordelia
Triumphantly re-emerging with her prey in mouth, Cordelia drops it at the edge of the box with the intention of skinning it later. It would make good jerky or stew. Shifting back into her human form, the attuned returns to the task at hand and resumes her noting of the different plants. She grabs the ones that need to relabeled and moves to the side, finding a small table to write on so that her penmanship can actually be legible.
Delicately dipping the quill into the ink, Cordelia sets about writing the different labels for each of the herbs, lips pursed in concentration.
Cordelia works on the labels!
Delicately dipping the quill into the ink, Cordelia sets about writing the different labels for each of the herbs, lips pursed in concentration.
Cordelia works on the labels!
I don't want to waste away
I want to live another day
I want to live another day
