It was always a joy to wander a wooded area.
Willoughby found interesting and fascinating things in the forest. Any forest, be it in Novus or in some other realm... she found something to bring back with her. The saying was to leave footsteps and take nothing, but nobody would miss a few mushrooms or flowers, right? She hoped not.
Selling them had made her able to buy more food at the Night Market. She was loathe to take too much, so she left her own footstep. I am sorry she wanted to say to the flowers, and so she did. She was apologetic when she took mushrooms too. She whispered to them, making sure their pulled brethren would be useful to others who needed them.
Until she found a satchel, or bought one, she took a few trips to deposit them where she could come back and find them. Transporting took a long time but she was happy for the busy work. This fine noon hour was when she happened upon someone she didn't know. He seemed to be passing by, unaware or just avoiding her, but Willoughby... well, she always liked to acknowledge others.
“Greetings” she would call softly to him through the trees.
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