Rosary says Rose tried not to look like he was trying to catch his breath as much as he was when they stopped, remaining by the edge of the clearing. He glanced over the place, finding nothing of particular note to focus on - besides the fairy. He shouldn't have been too surprised that she could shapeshift when a bird started speaking to him and asking him to run off to who knows where, but here he was, a spark of genuine curiosity in otherwise apathetic red eyes a bit more belief in her claim. "Sage?" He echoed, one hand to his mouth as he thought. He'd grown sage in a garden once, years ago. He knelt down close to the earth, placing one hand there - he exhaled, and the blades of grass there moved, something new growing upwards before it stopped and leaves bloomed. "There, that might be sage. Not my fault if it isn't, though." (Is she still tiny as a fairy, btw?) |